Today was not dramatic. I finished translating a patent for an organic chemical which is used to make other chemicals. I went up and down the stairs many times. Oz won't be doing stairs for longer than he thinks (I think). I delivered ice water, coffee, lunch, rice with shiso furikake (salty purple sprinkles made of beefsteak plant), fresh cold packs for the foot, and more coffee. I also visited a little while taking breaks from work. I brought the plastic shower chair into the master bathroom so he could have a place to sit while he brushed his teeth and shaved. It's a good thing I didn't find a real job, I can't imagine what we'd do for all this home care.
We had conversations like this:
Me: "My dental appointment conflicts with your doctor's appointment on Monday. I'll have to reschedule."
Oz: "No, you don't. I can drive myself."
Me: "You can't bear weight on your right foot. You can't drive."
Oz: "I can use my left foot to brake."
Me: "Well, as long as you only brake. You can scoot on down the stairs and go sit in your car and brake to your heart's content."
There're several yards of gauze wrapped around his right foot. I have my doubts that it would even fit into the space around the accelerator, which would have the advantage of precluding any misguided attempts at driving.
236 words | July 13, 2005 08:06 PM | Real true story