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Waking up at 9:30 a.m.
Ana drives me to the surgery center in Princess Anne. I've gotta get surgery on my left hand to drain the infection out of the joint above my pinkie. Ana stays by my side for the prep time. I'm reminded of all those times when I was younger being sick and in the hospital all the time. I'm put on anesthesia…..and then I wake up after it's all done.
Ana peels me a refreshing Orange.
Driving back home. Finally able to eat some food: Steel Cut Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Raisins, and Kefir. Oolong Tea.
I got referred to see Dr. Tignor (another doctor my goodness) off Laskin Rd. So we have to go there and do the whole doctor visit thing again. I'm tired of doctors and waiting. My hand is starting to gain feeling again and so the pain is starting to creep up on me. I've got a stronger Hydrocodone coming later. The doc recommends a PICC line, which is basically a home version of an IV that's stuck into your arm and shoulder – I'd have to wear this thing for two weeks. The idea is that the antibiotics go straight into your system and supposedly are more effective. In the end I choose to stick with the oral form of antibiotics.
Back home finally for good.
Napping.
Ana and I put together a late lunch: Spinach, Tuna Salad, Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Fuji Apple.
Later on, we visit my step-uncle David's house where Jimmy and Grandma Carr have been staying this week – they're visiting from Florida. David's 4-year old daughter, Ashley is running around with playdough showing off her creations. Grandma Carr had a really bad fall on Sunday – hit her head on a wooden chair – had to get a bunch off stitches. I can relate.
Back home. Ana and I make a late dinner. We had beans slow cooking all day and now they're just right.
Beans, Broccoli, Onions, and Madagascar Rice.
We spend a lot of time in the kitchen cleaning up and prepping. Since I basically have only one working hand Ana's been doing all our dishes. It seems like the dishes never stop getting dirty.
"We should probably hire a dishwasher for our house," I suggest.
Sipping on White Tea and settling down.
Ana turns into a clam when I go to say goodnight. Something's wrong and she won't fess up.
"You don't need to be by my side because I'm such a hard head. That's the last thing you need. I love you, but something just doesn't feel right with us and I don't know what it is. You're only good to me because I'm here. I'm sorry."
"And if you weren't here I'd just be good to myself and I'd have no goodness to share with anyone."
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Like the bread that I make every week you are the dough that is kneaded. I need you. You are needed. I am needed.
Sleep 2:40 a.m.
[i] Images by me and Ana.
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