No babies here

Hello! It has been a long time since I came over to Blogspot to write. Sometimes I withdraw from people and I blame that on not writing. There were phone calls I needed to make that I didn't do or reluctantly did; I wanted to write a New Year's letter since I never sent anyone any holiday greetings and never did it. That didn't happen. But I think I am back in the communication saddle again. Sometimes I just get thrown off and it takes a while to clamber back into the groove. Sometimes I just need to hibernate.

I wanted to give you an update on Scott's knee. His surgery went "uneventfully" which means it went just as planned with no surprises. I guess there was one surprise: the doctor said he pulled the biggest piece of broken cartiledge out of Scott's knee that he had ever seen. It was about the size of my thumb nail. I felt a little queazy when he showed it to me in a what looked like one of those urine cups. Luckily they didn't let us take it home.

Scott made it up our stairs using the crutches with no problem . The next morning was eventful. He went out onto our porch and somehow the screen door locked behind him. None of us have a key for it. His mom was here to keep him company during his recovery, but there was nothing she could do short of breaking down the door. I hear women at work complain that their men are big babies when it comes to pain. Scott is not a baby because he doesn't complain much when he is in pain and he never expects anyone to take care of him. So, instead of calling me to see if I could come home from work and rescue him, he hobbled down the stairs, went into the garage, got out the tall ladder, carried it to the side of the house and climbed up it to crawl into our bedroom window. Unfortunately it was locked, so he had to climb down, move the ladder to another window, climb up the ladder again, only to find that the screen on this window needed a special tool to pop it off. Down he went one more time, around the house into the garage to get the tool and then back up the ladder. He ascended for the third time, removed the screen and climbed into the window. Back down the stairs he limped to retieve the ladder and put it away in the garage.

Now that is what I call hard-core physical therapy the first day out of surgery! No babies here.