Still here.
Fred is healing up like a madman. A sane one. You know what I mean.
He’s out of his arm immobilizer/sling, and his shoulder is healing nicely. He’s still got a long way to go, but he’ll get there. Diligently doing his exercises twice a day. He’s regained a lot of flexibility, though he’s still not allowed to put any weight on that arm. The physician’s assistant has instructed him that he’s to lift nothing heavier than a cup of coffee with that arm.
This is of course driving him crazy. I occasionally have to remind him to NOT use that arm.
He’s got a checkup coming in July, and we’re hopeful that he’ll be able to lift weight then, which will mean that he can go back to driving his Ranger. (Can’t work a stick right now.) He’s been driving my Ram for two months, and it’s just not his favorite thing to drive. He misses his pickup terribly. We ran out to Buffalo in it yesterday, and he was so happy to ride in it.
And of course, he’s wearing out my pickup. Had to have a new water pump installed yesterday. Dammit.
Should have got a Chevy.
At 138,000 miles, I’m not particularly shocked that it needs work. And it was still a bargain, even with the repairs.
I’m talking about Fred. You should have got someone named Chevy. Chevys are more durable than Freds. Also they have funnier stand-up routines.
Horrible late night talk shows though. But you’ve got to take the bad with the good.
I laugh harder at Fred than I ever did at Chevy. Despite Caddyshack and Christmas Vacation.
Now Chevy’s just sad.