If not having staples in your head means that things are getting back to normal then we are, indeed, getting back to normal. The staples were removed this morning and Jerry was so happy I thought he would cry. Apparently they were really bothering him. There was a whole scenario here, because his doctors office put the appointment on for next week instead of this week and we definitely can't leave the staples in that much longer, so I ran to the hospital to get a staple pulling kit and Paul did it for us. After the week I have had with confusing conversations (please see story below) I wondered if the receptionist had had brain surgery recently. Or, there is a distinct possibility that it is me who is looney and everyone else is doing fine.
Our home teachers came out to visit last night (this is the first home teaching visit we have had in a number of years) and Jerry came to the living room to visit. If we had known it would take brain surgery to get home teachers to visit, we might have considered it sooner (on second thought there are probably some length to which we would not go to get home teachers to visit). Anyway after sitting up for a while the pain got worse and he had a pretty rough night, but seems to be fine again today.
He is doing better, both mentally and physically, but still has a little struggle with some things. For instance his doctor is in the same building as our office, so I told him that he would be able to have the staples pulled in the same building. Somehow this to him meant that his doctor was moving their office into the sleep center and would be working with me now. He thought that we had had a whole conversation about how this would mean additional work for me. I really never know what to say when these conversations happen (and similiar things happen several times a day). I don't want to make him feel bad, so sometimes, I just let it go. I couldn't let it go the other day, when he read the instructions on his pain meds (2 tablets, 4 times per day) and decided that meant that he could take 8 pills at a time. The math works, but I definitely had to stop him before he overdosed.
Anyway that is life at our house, which is mostly getting a little easier everyday.
Glad to hear dad is making progress!! I've always wondered about the process of having staples removed . . . doesn't sound too fun to me, but it's good that Dad was so happy about it!
ReplyDeleteYou should have just used a sawzall. No need to buy a staple remover. Don't worry I tried the 8 pain pill thing and it didn't work that well.
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