I took MLB to her doctor’s appointment yesterday. She’s doing well; the surgical staples are all removed, the wound continues to heal, and I’m less tasked, caregiving-wise. I still need to wash her back, since she still can’t reach around too well yet; she no longer needs the plastic covering over the wound come shower time. I continue to change the dressing on the wound; while a career in medicine isn’t in my future, I’ve gotten somewhat adept at the procedure.

She’s winding down the pain medication usage; she can drive again when that falls to zero. She still can’t bend down to reach low-lying cat food dishes, etc. We don’t want to mess up all the healing that’s been going on.

So, we’re in good shape. This is good. I can’t wait to resume my chiefly ornamental household duties, which consist mainly of falling asleep in my chair in front of the teevee.

-k-