One Month

It was one month Saturday that I had my back operation.  I honestly thought I'd be getting along pretty well by now.  I never thought that I'd still be using a walker to get around.  So much for my plans.  Here I am still gimping around with the walker.  Today was the first time I have gone any place other than the doctor's or PT.  It was nice to be around people at Sunday School, but I was too worn out to stay for church.  

Today was a pot luck too, dang I hate missing those pot luck dinners.  If you don't go to church you won't understand what you are missing.

I have made some progress though, the pain is less and I'm using fewer pain pills.  I still can't sleep at night (it's past midnight as I write this).  I'm able to dress my self for the most part.  Not to be gross or anything but I've been wiping my own butt for a couple of weeks.  My wife, God love her, has been an angel.  Don't ever try something like this unless you have been married at least 35 years.  Any less and your spouse probably couldn't stand it.

People have been real nice to visit and bring me stuff.  My friend Neil finally got by and he brought me a box of old motorcycle mags to look at.  I was flipping through a 1969 issue of CYCLE when a name caught my eye.  It was a letter to the editor from my mother-in-law about how they used their cycles on the farm to check the cattle.  It wasn't long afterward that her son, my brother-in-law, stopped by unexpectedly along with his son and his family.  They all enjoyed reading that long forgotten phase of their parents and grandparents.

Enough of this nonsense.  Here is a photo of myself and my always present walker and brace.