We’re home from the hospital, friends!
Barry now sports a new right knee. He bought his new left knee in April, and now he’s got two lovely replacements, brand spanking new knees, and life shines–as long as he heals without infection or other evil twists of fate.
Thus far he’s doing wonderfully. His spirits are high. He says he had fun in the hospital. He relaxed, slept, medicated, slept some more, watched TV, and was treated well by staff.
Last night I discovered our Internet pathetically expired during a lightning storm in our absence.
The telephone company wondered if we could install our new modem without their help?
This is where I want to canonize my husband.
Newly home from knee replacement surgery, barely able to limp, he hooks up the modem/wireless router! What kind of man could accomplish this just out of surgery?
“I’ve never loved you more,” I gushed.
He rolled his eyes.
Seriously, Barry, you’re the best.
I mean it. I truly, truly, mean it! Quit rolling your eyes!