Yesterday, we were at Uncle Paul’s pool for the kids to swim (Uncle Paul and I can’t swim due to our surgeries) and then dinner. I had to work, and around 530 I hear screams of bloody murder. I hobble my way outside to see Joseph in tears. The cause of those tears was a yellow jacket bit on his penis. You can’t make it up.
He had gotten his change of clothes wet, so was sitting naked at the table while they were drying. He happened to be sitting right under a yellow jacket nest that had been built under the table. He must have hit it, because they went in on him, and got a bullseye for effectiveness.
Today marks 2 weeks from surgery for me. Yesterday i was able to pedal a back supported bike all around, sit in the front seat of a car, do calf raises and mini squats. The progress is cool to see, but I know I still have a long way to go. I think they may have me walk unsupported tomorrow, and my hope is they give me clearance to drive. We shall see. One day at a time.