Rob finally got to come home on Monday afternoon, a mere 8 1/2 weeks from his hospital admission date. We are muddling through as well as can be expected. He is glad to be home and I am so glad to have him here.
Our days are still filled with medical stuff but at least we can handle it at home. Rob has a permanent tail made of oxygen tubing and we attempt to maneuver around the Little RV without tripping on the tubing.
The weather has been on the chilly and windy side but we try to get outside daily for a little exercise. He has a swanky, red walker with brakes, a basket and a seat. I have threatened to have flames painted on for a bit of personality.
Yesterday we went to the grocery store and Rob was able to do the whole store with his walker. That basket on his walker sure came in handy. He was extremely tired after that. I think it was a bit too much but Rob only has two speeds, give it all you have or stop.
The Armenian Priest came for a visit the other day. He brought along his trusty sidekicks. Can you tell these guys come from the same stock?