Kevin's home! He came home Sunday evening, after stopping by the store. Yeah, well...I don't shop. Sure, I can stop by the store for something we're out of, but he does the grocery shopping, so I don't kill anyone. Plus, he's better at it.
So, he came home, with groceries, and had a truck full of stuff. One thing that he brought home was his Mom's treadmill. She's had it for a long time, and I don't think she used it much. Hell, she doesn't NEED it much. We, however, are quite round. I always wondered if I'd use one if I had it, but so many people turn them into clothes lines, I didn't want to invest the cash. Anyway, he brought it with him.
I have yet to ask how it works. It's been set up for over 24 hours. TIME! I need TIME! LOL
I got behind someone tonight, on a back road, going 30 in a 55. Seriously? SERIOUSLY? You have GOT to be kidding! Am I on candid camera? 15 minutes later, I finally had the chance to pass, and pass I did. I got home to dinner being ready. *sigh* It's good to have Kevin home. It's good for many reasons, but I don't have to COOK every night.
He has his "second opinion" appointment on Friday. The wheels have been turning VERY slowly. He's been off work since the end of May. It's driving us crazy. He hurts all the time, but can't get help. I hope, after Friday's appointment, we won't have to wait long for the impending surgery.
The last time, the surgeon told him, "I can keep putting you back together, but it's going to be harder each time, with less recovery." By "less recovery," he means that the range of motion is NOT coming back. Kevin is 43. Not 60. He walks like an old man. He feels like an old man. He gets depressed that he can't be the dad that he wants to.
He can't wrestle with the kids. He can't be "happy" all the time, due to pain. Sure, he puts on a good face, and is one of the best husbands/fathers that I've ever seen (he rates up there with my Dad, OK?) but it's a struggle for him. We want normalcy. I guess that's too much to ask.
Monica has her orthopedist appointment on Monday. We'll ask why her patella won't stay where it belongs. She's feeling better by the day, and will probably go to school sans brace tomorrow. Still, even if she feels better, our MEGA, AWESOME, WONDERFUL family doctor wants a specialist to tell us why it keeps happening. (Shout out to Dr. Gunn.)
And here we are. Half the household is hurting. The other half is stepping up to fill in where we can. My baby boy will be 21 on Saturday, proving that I'm old. He wanted a bonfire party at my Dad's, but can't afford to do it. That makes me feel bad. If it was a pay week for me, I'd foot the bill, but it's not. I hope he has a good time, anyway.
Some of this entry sounded depressed or grumbly. Don't get me wrong. We've been able to keep our house so far, and we have internet, satellite, food, heat, and water. Notice that I put the luxuries first? LOL I'm just saying that we're getting by, and I'm happy. I'm happy to have my family around me. It keeps me from dwelling on the bad.
Oh, and as an after thought: My dog smells bad. Anyone wanna drive to the boonies and give my dog a bath? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?