Okay, so it's election night not the State of the Union night. Regardless, I figure you dear reader are due an update with more content than drivel such as, "I -heart- bike paths" or similar crapola.
Friday I get a call from A that Gav had grown out of his recent constipation by taking a crap as big as one of his arms. The punchline? There was some blood involved so she called the MD who wanted to see our boys' butt hole asap. Turns out he just powered through and tore himself a new one. I'm kinda proud of him for that given my previous experience, but after what I saw on Thursday I moved on quickly without much fanfare. Besides, we had Halloween plans that night. Suffice it to say, Gavin is a true soldier of pain. A good skill to have in this house.
Tim has pics of G
here. Friday he started out in his cowboy outfit -of which we purchased before he was born and he grew out of soon after he was born. He looked like a monkey in a too-small set of chaps and a mini Stetson. No pictures were taken as it was an embarrassment.
His second costume was the Bad to the Bone kit. This really fits into the Newmaform model as it will make for a good insulation layer come winter. The suit is fleece and the hat kinda makes him look like a Longshoreman.
A is healing. Chest X-rays show diminishing lung butter. The blood thinners are starting to settle down and give consistent blood level readings. Her usualness has returned (see my last post!)and in my opinion each day is better than the day before.
I had been feeling pretty confident with my hip and arm improvement until autumn really hit last week with chilly temps and rain. I think the first day of rain aged me about 40-years.
G, Trike and I went to the cyclocross race last Sunday for man-time. Trike hates crowds, prefers grass to walk on vs. gravel and detests being wet unless swimming in a lake in summer. The race had its usual crowd, was in a gravel pit with many mud puddles and we looked on under thunderous skies. He was not a happy dog.
On the other hand, it was good to talk folks and be reminded of everyones' concern for A and my recoveries, but mostly her. Some aspects of the local bike racing community I miss.
For the most part we hung around the
waffle tent where Trike and I shared peanut butter waffles and talked about kids with Josh. For some reason I kept forgetting my umbrella there when we'd walk away. Every time we returned I figured I may as well get another waffle.
Lastly, I have beer in the garage fridge that supposedly will expire on Saturday. The goal is to rally all week...
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