Friday, August 17, 2007
Axel came home today – Jim and I busted him out of the joint today at about 1:45, hit the coffee shop for a jolt of caffeine and then took a lovely lazy drive on 127 back to Manchester. He had a misty moment with his old friend the ocean, commented on how much he was noticing, how different everything looked. Upon arrival in Manchester, we ‘spun the beach’ per Axel’s request then hurried home. It was a fancy return, Ted laid out the red carpet at the end of the ramp (a lovely red towel) and Sylvia wheeled herself out the front door. It happened rather quickly, in fact. Axel mentioned to Ted and the gang ‘I never thought I’d be so happy to see you all that I’d cry!’ He and his lovely wifey were in each other’s arms in a matter of seconds. There were tears of joy and sweet nothings I’m sure, but I was running inside to get the camera so I could document it for you all – and I missed it. (You can see some of the shots I did get – I’ll put em up on flickr later). We walked around the house, guiding him through the new layout. He seems to be sure that he’s rid of much of his ‘clutter problem,’ and commented that he liked the lack of ‘stuff’ in the hallways…we’ll see how long this lasts.
We had some visitors – Gary Gilbert and his friend Lars (wohoo for the Swedes) came over to figure out what house painting projects dad had been working on, and it seems they are gonna help finish some of them. Kurt Melden came over with some tart apples from his apple trees and promised the folks a ride in his golf cart type mini car thing? He’s going to give em a ride up around Smith’s Point tomorrow – that should be an adventure. Nancy Coffey came over with a spinach quiche for lunch tomorrow and some homemade bread. All delicious. We had a walk in the garden, picked some tomatoes, some carrots, and (most exciting) unearthed some fresh potatoes – the first harvest!
The day went by rather quickly – my father was up most of the day (and stayed up until about 11:30 with Tessa and I watching a movie), had a nap before dinner and many glasses of ginger ale. Sylvia had a bit of a rough day, as she did yesterday, due to what she thinks (and what seems to be) withdrawal from the pain meds she was on. She had a real tough time yesterday, finding much of her pain unmasked. Aches and pains and general discomfort – hot and cold sweats…I think tomorrow should be much better. She now has some Tylenol with Codeine to help her through really tough times, but she is trying to steer clear of any narcotics from now on. She awoke when we brought dad to bed at 11:30, and it seems like the presence of her hubby will definitely alleviate some of the pain. This is way too much detail, but this is the level I seem to be operating at right now, so I apologize. Suffice to say, I suppose, that the homecoming was a success. We had a delicious first post crash meal as a family unit of hamburgers and french fries and mozzarella/basil/tomato salad (Jim is a fantastic cook)– most of the ingredients came straight from the garden! Axel did a lot of walking, didn’t seem to have any problem getting up the stairs – slept in his own bed, with his own wife, and his own blankets…Sylvia curled up next to him and is anxious to get the hospital smell off him. Tomorrow we experiment with giving Axel a shower, learning about exercises he has to do from the visiting nurses, and getting used to having two lovely, charming patients in the house. I think Chris Kessler comes tomorrow (or Saturday) to stay for the weekend, and then Monday I am off to Dallas for a week of work…I think most of the coverage for that week has been sorted out, but it’s always worth cheking in. Tessa’s email is tessamagnuson@gmail.com if you would like to check in (and check the calendar).
That’s it for me now – tomorrow I am sure I can write something a bit more insightful, but tonight I’m exhausted, and am going to fall asleep happy, grateful, and full of love and admiration for my parents, my sister, Jim, Steve and everyone else who has done so much and been so strong . It is such a pleasure to have our resident pirate back – there’s nothing better than reuniting a pirate with his wench. Pictures to follow.
Sita
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