I was able to mask up and visit the hospital yesterday and Doc is doing so, so great. He was sitting in a chair all day, he didn’t need a nap, he passed the physical therapist test of stairs and taking off his socks, his pain is just getting managed by Tylenol, and he’s in high spirits. I think he can come home sometime over the weekend!
I’m also feeling better–yesterday my test had the faintest positive line after 10 minutes–so wow. Things have turned out better than my wildest imaginings and I know my therapist is going to act smug when I tell her all the catastrophizing I did never came to pass. (Still working on that one.)
Anyway, enjoy the weekend! Hug the things you love! Try imagining the best instead of the worst!
