My brother is visiting this weekend -- yay! I am the designated airport retrieval lackey, and his flight gets in about 2:30 today. I can't wait!
He has to have back surgery in September, though nowhere near as complex as Tim's surgery. But he does have to have a curvature corrected and 2 lumbar vertebrae fused, so it's similar to Tim's surgery. Since my brother's surgery is after Tim's surgery, Tim is going to be my brother's recovery Yoda and share all the tips and tricks for a smooth recovery. Because Tim isn't supposed to lift, bend, or twist after surgery, and because using the toilet does indeed involve some twisting when you're finished, Tim has taken the opportunity to get a bidet attachment for the toilet. He is *very* excited. When I told my brother about it, he said "This is *great* -- I can use Tim as a proof of concept to convince [SiL] that we need a bidet attachment!" Clean butts from sea to shining sea, man.
Tim's surgery is a little over 2 weeks away, and I just want it to get here. He's having so much difficulty with standing, walking, and sitting right now (in the sense that he can't do any of them for very long before he needs to switch to something different [ie, standing to sitting, sitting to walking, etc]). Initially his plan was to work until the surgery date, but he might have to start his chunk of time off earlier. We'll see.
My long Covid fatigue does seem to be truly gone (knock on wood), which is excellent timing. I'm up to 25 minutes on the bike 4 times a week (and also yoga once a week) -- my goal is 30 minutes on the bike 5 times a week (and also yoga once a week). It's pretty great to feel human again and get shit done.
Yay for getting past the long Covid!
Clean butts from sea to shining sea, man.
I just installed one at my sister's house and it works great.
I think I just have existence fatigue.
I think I just have existence fatigue.
You can sleep when you're dead.
Well, death would definitely get rid of fatigue due to existing...
I decided to eat out tonight, and a guy at the table behind me was absolutely aghast at the idea of a restaurant running out of one of its specials by 8pm. He pointed out that the prime rib was listed on the regular menu as well—it was like he was trying to trip the waitress up and make her admit they weren't sold out after all. Yes child-in-retiree's-golf-shorts, I'm sure once she realizes that it was available for sale as a standard menu item in addition to the surf-and-turf special, one will just magically appear in the kitchen.
I have to file this one under Coincidences Are Weird As Hell, with a subheading of Really Bad Shit:
My brother's flight yesterday got in fine, I fetched him from the airport and took him to Mom's house, we hung out and ate pizza and watched the Reds. And then this morning he texted me to tell me that my SiL's 25-year-old nephew was killed in a motorcycle accident last night. What the actual fuck, man. So, gotta say that it's a convenient coincidence that he's already in town, so he can go support SiL's family, but seriously, god DAMN.
Oh I’m so sorry, Tep, what a tragedy
Oh Tep that is so sad. I'm so sorry.
Oh, no, Tep, that's awful. So sorry.
My niece is due on Monday, so every time my phone beeps I leap for it. (Although in reality my phone goes "mana-mana" from the Muppets.)
Just got back from 4 days at Camp, which was very nice although kind of hot. I might possibly have had too many ribs at last night's bbq. Now I need to do stuff around the house and cook food for my niece & her DH so they will be set for when the baby comes, but I think I will try that tomorrow.
Right now the Boss is laying on my feet because the boarding kennel was just a bit traumatizing for her. She could not wait to leave the building when I went to pick her up. I will take her for a long walk in a little while, when it cools off a bit.
