Well, how foolish were we to think that every day would just get better. Sunday night and Moday were just as everyone had said: "Day 3 is by far the worst." 'Twas a rough 24 hours for sure. However, today is somewhat better. This morning Dr. Denyer drained fluid from around his lungs through his back. Plus X-rays twice today, along with all the other poking and prodding they do. He's exhausted from the regime. Now he's supposed to walk the halls, and he just might throw something at the next nurse or therapist who walks in the door. He needs to go home so he can rest, which could possibly be tonight, but probably tomorrow. ... and I'm hoping we can golf on Friday and fish on Saturday. But I guess we don't always get what we want. Maybe just a walk on 4000 West in Hibbard. After a week in the hospital, that sounds like a wonderful possibility.
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Glad it's been a better day!
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