My most precious is in the Hospital
Last Monday morning we checked Mrs Skoot into the hospital. I try to be strong but I am putting on my brave face. I tell her everything will be okay . . .
After we fill out the forms we head upstairs. I carry all the things that we were told to bring and I leave for work. There is nothing more I can do and I feel a bit lonely as I make my
way out the lonely corridor back to the car . I keep thinking that technology has improved to the point that these sort of procedures are safe with near perfect results. But all the same, I worry . . . What if . . . Now I get to work, I keep looking at the clock and wonder if her surgery is finished or not. It is hard for me to concentrate at work wondering
It is hard to find free parking around the Hospital and the first day I had to park what seems to be, a long way away. I am not used to walking great distances anymore. In my younger days I could walk all day and come back for more. I realize that while our minds think young, we are now old and parts are wearing out
Later that day (Monday), I received a call from the operating surgeon letting me know that all was okay, and the operation was done.
I noticed that there was what appears to be free parking for 2 wheeled vehicles, so when I came back the next day (Tuesday), I rode my bike
there is my trusty Vstrom mingled with the other motorcycles and scooters
Then I noticed a nice Honda Jazz (Metropolitan in the USA). I immediately thought of Martha . Within the confines of Vancouver you will find a multitude of small 49cc scooters and they are safe because of our gridlocked and slower traffic flows during rush hours
I've been riding my bike to work but I was thinking that perhaps I shouldn't take the risk. When Mrs Skoot is allowed to come home (in a few days), she will need a lot of help learning to walk again and to do things for herself
In the meantime, I will be the one who has to buy the groceries, cook the meals and help her do all the things that one has to do everyday. If something were to happen to me it would be disastrous. It will be hard enough to transport her to the doctor(s) for followup and it will most likely not be possible for the first couple of weeks, so home it will be with me having to answer to her every beck and call.
I would like to think that I am comfortable in the kitchen but when you only have to prepare a meal for one, it doesn't make sense to expend that effort. So for the past few days I have just been eating out
I leave for work before 7am and then I rush home, grab a quick bite and then head to the Hospital where I sit for an hour or two. It doesn't matter if Mrs Skoot is awake or resting. She knows that I am there and that is all that matters. The first two days she was groggy due to the anaesthesic drugs and pain killers, and hardly ate anything. Today (Wednesday) she actually ate half her meal but could not keep down the juices so she just stuck to water
Today I rode my bike to the hospital again. There were more bikes there today. I am thinking that this area must be for free bike parking, but I am not so sure. I mean, why would the spaces be numbered
This parking area is not level and the spaces are narrow, but I managed to maneuver my Vstrom to the same space as I parked in yesterday
It's a long day. I left home before 7am today (Wednesday), then after work I went to see my insurance agent and then headed to the Hospital again. It is nearly sunset when I finally get ready to leave and then find something to eat on my way home
I stop off for more fast food as I have things to do and the light is fading fast. I opt for take out and munch it down in record time
After a bit of car and motorcycle juggling I get my Corvette out of its hiding place and put my two bikes in its place out of sight. I managed to talk the contractor into moving that toilet to the other driveway and now I am able to free my car. I have not started my "Vette since last October so I let the engine warm up a bit, then I got out my compressor and pumped the tires backup to 32 psi all around
I have an appointment scheduled for a transmission flush so I intend to drive it to work and drop it off on my way home. From there I think it's about a mile walk
back to the Hospital . I am thankful for all these medical advancements that will allow us to live a more comfortable life, as we age and to allow us to do things that we wouldn't otherwise be able to do