Mr W had his knee worked on again Tuesday.
It was outpatient, so of course, once he was awake, and semi-coherent, they booted us out.
I was a little worried, that he'd be too groggy to get into the house gracefully.
I was a little worried, that this time, the third time around, won't be the charm.
All that aside, I got him into the house okay. I helped him change, and maneuver up onto our bed. I'm adjusting the ice-bag-machine thing on his leg...heyyy, wait a minute...
My patient...reached out.....and goosed me. :-o
The nurse mentioned she gave him some Demerol before he left. I'm sure he was hallucinating that he was goosing Annette Bening. He usually only gets that dreamy look on his face when he's watching "The American President."
"You're gonna be fine," I said, as I covered him up.