Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Dooley
I really, really, really enjoy my dogs. They make me laugh, make me feel needed, and motivate me to want to be who they think I am. I mean, look at Dooley here. He is completely laser-focused on this ridiculously mutilated jolly ball. He carries it everywhere. (He wishes he was a marsupial.) Look at his face--eager, honest, and hopeful. If I could be all those things, all the time… that’d be sweet.
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Ok so...a few comments from one who knows:
- it's illegal to drive in an aircast, I only know that because I had to wear one last year and drove anyway. But it was on my left foot, not my right, so I think Kevin is more wrong than me. Thus I am off the hook.
- the father-in-law was moved from ICU, is going to start rehab soon enough. Biggest obstacle now is his behaviorisms, he is apparently quite intolerable. Hates being bedridden, etc. My poor friend Melinda feels so guilty about her desire to shoot him in the foot so he can't get out of bed again. He's not being a very good patient. They must wait for the next MRI before another prognosis comes along; for now they know the brain tumor is inoperable and next step is simply to determine the best way to prolong his life. All in all it's still very new and there are a few near breaking point. =( In a matter of weeks, dependant upon his stablization, he could be moved back to Tri Cities. We'll see!
I love reading your blog. I love reading about your life! Makes me feel near you. Miss you so much.
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