Quarter past five this morning,
the sun lights up haystack looking hills along the northern coast; we’re on the
road to San Juan. As drives go this isn’t a bad one until traffic screeches to
a halt. First post discharge doctor visit
questions race in my head. Kirt tolerates the drive with a little help.
Unloading is easier when
the entry attendants give a hand, but I can get the wheelchair out of the trunk
fairly well myself. Kirt transfers easily. Giving him our gear and double
checking that I haven’t forgotten anything we may possibly need takes the
longest. Morning parking is a competitive event. With any luck a kind vet may
lead me to the space he’s about to vacate. God bless our Veterans. They are the
heart of the nation.
My husband can’t touch
more than his coffee for breakfast in the canteen. Stress mingles with the
discomfort from the drive. He takes another pain pill. By the time he sees the
doctors, everything is wonderful. I’m happy to report that the doctors agree
with him. The wound, which they debride is looking fine. Oh, happy day, Kirt
hurtles the first post discharge appointment with rave reviews, yeah!
We request that he be
taught how to use crutches, so he can do more than transfer and head home to
Lago Guajataca.
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