Still home, still alive

I'm a tired, lazy updater, but I can tell you firsthand that Randy is alive and well. I am fulfilling my nursing duties most excellently as he is not yet dead, and I even gave him medication today. Randy walked to the bathroom without his walker today, I think he was just showing off.

I just now got some pictures off my camera, so I will show you the farewell to the hospital room. Dressed and ready to go. We had lots to pack up because people had brought him so many goodies. Everything made it home, even the jello cups.

Yesterday we stayed in the house and watched the construction across the street. I should start taking pictures of that, too, because it will be one of Randy's strongest memories of the recovery process. Construction is fun! Right now they are putting in lots of footings to prepare the foundation (if I got that right, Dad's the expert but he's upstairs asleep).

We also hooked up the mp3 player to the stereo and blasted it so that we could listen to the band. Dad played his guitar along with the songs. I'm no professional music critic, but he sounded pretty good. Or maybe just better than I will ever sound. He said that he was rusty, since he hasn't played since before Thanksgiving. And since the little heart surgery/stroke thing. He tried to teach Scott how to play the guitar. Scott's response was to drag the guitar around the house and slap the strings. We tried the mandolin this morning, with the same outcome. Dad warned me that the mandolin can be an expensive hobby, so perhaps we will hide it behind the couch.

Right now Randy and Scott are napping, although I may hear movement from Randy. He is in the tv room for the first time and fell asleep while watching Matlock on Tivo. Do you have Tivo? You should, especially if you foresee recovery from heart surgery in your future (or recovery from childbirth, either one). We finally connected with the physical therapy people, and they should be coming to torture him within the next hour. Then later this afternoon we will have our first group field trip to the Sugarhouse Clinic to get Randy's blood drawn. This will determine if it is too thin, not thin enough, or just right. If he doesn't break a hip on any stairs, he will live to see tomorrow.