April 23, 2006 (7:08pm)
Gary seemed perkier at the 2:30 visit. I guess a sign he’s getting better is he made out a to do list for me: buy electric shaver (I forgot to bring his from Auburn, not used to thinking about such “men things”) and buy a big clock so he doesn’t have to bug the nurses about what time it is (they keep the clock on the wall to the side but behind him, and he can’t twist and see it). So I had my big adventure: finding and surviving Wal-Mart. Did I tell you how much I hate driving? The hotel desk clerk gave me good directions, which weren’t at all difficult, but I always managed to be in the wrong lane for turning. Fortunately there were polite people who let me cut over to the correct lane – even with my “No George W” and “Freedom of Choice” bumper stickers (Gary actually designed the latter on some site on the internet and bought them). Once I got in Wal-Mart I faced the second challenge: find the stuff. Did I tell you how much I hate big stores? Once I located the stuff, time for the adventure of getting back. I realized I had forgotten to make sure exactly how to do that – which exit to take off the freeway – but fortunately it turned out to be obvious. Except once again I was in the wrong lane.
The worst part is even that little driving set of my sciatica-like symptoms (the chiropractor said I have more than just sciatica, but I don’t know any technical name for it; some of the disks are bulging). This is a drag. I tried walking it out and stretching it out, but things are definitely worse. I hope the pain doesn’t interfere with sleep too much. (For months now I’ve also had the sensation like someone is holding onto the bottom of my foot and shaking my leg very fast, or that a current is going through it – that sensation isn’t painful, but you try sleeping with someone shaking your leg all night.) So I hope I don’t have to run such errands very often.
I gave Gary his presents at the 5:30 visit, and then we read more Dylan.
He didn’t get out of the ICU because they didn’t have a bed available in the other section for him to move to.
Gary seemed perkier at the 2:30 visit. I guess a sign he’s getting better is he made out a to do list for me: buy electric shaver (I forgot to bring his from Auburn, not used to thinking about such “men things”) and buy a big clock so he doesn’t have to bug the nurses about what time it is (they keep the clock on the wall to the side but behind him, and he can’t twist and see it). So I had my big adventure: finding and surviving Wal-Mart. Did I tell you how much I hate driving? The hotel desk clerk gave me good directions, which weren’t at all difficult, but I always managed to be in the wrong lane for turning. Fortunately there were polite people who let me cut over to the correct lane – even with my “No George W” and “Freedom of Choice” bumper stickers (Gary actually designed the latter on some site on the internet and bought them). Once I got in Wal-Mart I faced the second challenge: find the stuff. Did I tell you how much I hate big stores? Once I located the stuff, time for the adventure of getting back. I realized I had forgotten to make sure exactly how to do that – which exit to take off the freeway – but fortunately it turned out to be obvious. Except once again I was in the wrong lane.
The worst part is even that little driving set of my sciatica-like symptoms (the chiropractor said I have more than just sciatica, but I don’t know any technical name for it; some of the disks are bulging). This is a drag. I tried walking it out and stretching it out, but things are definitely worse. I hope the pain doesn’t interfere with sleep too much. (For months now I’ve also had the sensation like someone is holding onto the bottom of my foot and shaking my leg very fast, or that a current is going through it – that sensation isn’t painful, but you try sleeping with someone shaking your leg all night.) So I hope I don’t have to run such errands very often.
I gave Gary his presents at the 5:30 visit, and then we read more Dylan.
He didn’t get out of the ICU because they didn’t have a bed available in the other section for him to move to.
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