Out But NOT To The Doctor

Bill had a meeting in Dover today so I got to tag along for a visit.  Saw my Dad, sister, and Mom.  Mom remains in rehab for another couple of weeks.  Her progress is slight at this time, but some progress is noted and her pain is not as intense as each day passes.  My story is the same in many ways.  I am coming out of week two in better spirits.  Rough, rough week.  Bill's reference to my Braveheart moment is close except I sure wasn't yelling FREEDOM.  I'm still wrapped tight all day and night as the swelling needs to be monitored closely along with my temp again.  I remain the ever compliant patient and Bill is still the most soothing part to my day.  Each day is bound to get a little better and I am further away from the multiple surgeries, and drain removal memories and closer to feeling well healed.