As usual, I am posting late into the evening.  I am encircled by my males - Roger in the adjustable hospital bed next to me, Earl the fat cat on the blanket on the floor, Yoda the furry cat snugged under the covers with Roger, and Hemi the six-toed feline at my feet.  We are all settling in for the evening.  Hoping for another good night. Last night Roger slept from 11:30 to 6:30 and then went back to sleep until 8:30!!!!  It was a amazing.  Big sleep. 

The day was a big one physically. Roger was up and about (with assistance).  He made a trip to the basement (very very scary for me - details to follow) and made not one but two trips outside to sit in the back courtyard.  It was a beautiful day and he didn't want to stay couped up inside.  So, I mobilized our operation.  Moved a bunch of his pillows, his water, cookie, etc outside to the back courtyard along with my laptop, office phone, cell phone, etc.  He snoozed outside in the shade of our umbrella and I made calls for work and did email.  We're quite the pair.

Roger's strength seems to be up but so is his sleeping. It seems to take him longer to come out of the night fog.  Nonetheless, he does seem to have more strength to lift himself up from a sitting position. 

This morning, like a dog with a bone, Roger became obsessed with going to the basement.  You see, Mr. Murphy of Murphy's Law fame, visited our house while we were in the hospital.  We have a water filtration system in the basement for the salt water fish tank.  The stupid thing sprung a leak and sprayed a stream of water 20' across the basement workroom.  I mentioned to Roger there was still standing water in some of the storage bins, etc (my dear parents cleaned up the larger mess).  This was enough of a bone for the skinny dog, Roger, to latch onto and he simply would NOT give up.  So, we gathered up his pain med pump, his cane, and our wits and slowly made our way downstairs.  There was a bit of the clash of the titans. Roger is stubborn.  I'm a smidge stubborn.  I did NOT think it wise to venture down the narrow staircase with no hand rail.  Roger didn't think it mattered.  oooooooh, he is a silly man.  Fortunately there was no harm no foul.  No pile of bones at the bottom of the staircase.  But lordy lordy it was an adventure.  Anyway, alls well that ends well.  We made it down and back upstairs and Roger was able to survey the situation.  His uncle David came for a visit who ventured downstairs this afternoon to help as well. 

Roger has had a few silly moments which are a small bit of evidence of the pain being under control, at least for that time in space.  Today, as he was munching grapes (appetite comes and goes...and I prod the WHOLE way), anyway, as he was nibbling on grapes he looks over at me and says "will you do something for me?"  Me:  "sure, whattdoya need?"  Roger: "will you peel my grapes for me?" .....WHAT??????????  I turned and looked at him incredulously only to see a smirk on his face.  Ha ha.  Really funny.  Someone fancies himself royalty.  Peeled grapes.  whatever.  Funny guy.

Weight continues to be a challenge which causes further challenges with Roger's strength etc.  He lost a ton of weight (which he didn't have to lose) in the hospital.  He's now down to approx 122 lbs.  Pretty much paper thin.

The evening is ticking away.  I need to go.  Tonight I'm sleeping in the recliner.  The past several nights I've been sleeping on an air mattress at Roger's bedside.  Its comfy and all but is 12 inches lower than Roger.  As I told my folks today, I miss sleeping with Roger, insanely miss sleeping with him/next to Roger.   So, tonight the recliner will allow me to sleep at a level more parallel to Roger.  Not the same as sleeping with him, but closer.  My mom is going to research other bed options to see what we can come up with. 

g'nite. Hoping we all have a great night's sleep and a better Thursday.   a & r