This also could be titled thank God for good neighbors!! I am finally home after 2 weeks in a hospital, and I cant tell you how great it is to be sitting in my favorite lazy boy chair with an English muffin with peanut butter and jam and a cup of tea. The floor is carpeted with dogs ( small house, 3 dogs), cat wandering around checking things out! My long timefriends and neighbor family really stepped up to the plate and undertook barn chores and feeding and lettting dogs out, and rescuing tomato plants, and cutting grass etc, since this was an unplanned excursion on my part. I know many of you have done the same for your neighbors, but hard to express how grateful one feels to finally come home and discover all is well on the homestead.
As you know, I know all too well....
If it wasn't for my neighbors, the ranch would be a mess. They fed the cattle and mowed the lawns.
Amy did her part handling the domesticated dogs and cats. We are both on the mend and I hope this last time was my last at St. Joe. Not that it's a bad place because it isn't. I look at it as a safe haven for me when I really need it, just don't like being poked and prodded all the time. I always spend my days on the 8th floor of the tower where I can look out across Ypsi and Ann Arbor. My surgeon runs the 8th floor so that is where I get interred.
This last time, with the tube down my nose and into my stomach really took the wind out of my sails. It's impacted my ability to talk and has caused me much discomfort, The old saying 'like a rubber hose in your nose applies...
No chemo now, just pills for the heart flutter and my usual potassium.
The lord shined on me, the hay was never ready to cut (still isn't, too wet) so I'm skating on that. Like I've said before, it's all sold (rounds) and the squares go across the road, sold too. Ned to pick up a roll of 52" over the edge net yet.
One day at a time, I pace myself because I tire easily.
Just keep getting better and work at those disabilities you got with your illness. I do, every day.