So, I've been out of the hospital now and have had a steady stream of caretakers. This morning, before Matthew had to leave for school, he helped me hobble from the bedroom to the family room where I was left on the sofa. He did set up the sofa with the body pillow that helps me elevate my foot and since I can't maneuver around easily, he even got 6 bottles of water for me. He was thoughtful to even throw in a package of Oreos as my food substance. Mind you, this was all before 6:30 a.m. when he had to leave to catch the school bus. When I asked for something a bit healthier, he told me "Work with me here. I'll be back from school at 2:30 this afternoon and I'll feed you then." Wow. 6 bottles of water and a package of Oreos to tie me over for 8 hours. I wonder what he's going to feed me when I hit my golden years?
