I need sunshine

I am in the chair, Gracie is on the hassock. Telling me I am in her spot.

Contemplating using a meat cleaver to remove the compression hose I rolled down

Mereanda? Yes? I will look up for you, sweetheart.

This is my last completed tag. I think. The tags are out of order, not sure how that happened, and I can't fix it. At this point I don't really care. So just going to roll with what we have.

I have to wear compression hose for either 28 days or 14 days. Depends on what piece of the 59 pages of "your instructions for home" you pick up and read. I live with dogs. Dogs don't have thumbs, and are unable to grip the hose to pull them up my leg. I am unable to bend to even start the hose on my feet. Well, the left foot yes, the right, yeah, no. I have been assured that by Sunday I will have regained enough flexibility to be able to put the hose on by myself.

Let us review.

David, my youngest stepson, thought it a really good workout. He did get them up my legs (they only to the knee) no problem. Tammie, my stepdaughter, struggled. Broke out in a sweat. Kenny, the oldest, said "we are doing this". Placed my foot on this knee while he sat on a stool, and zip, right up the leg. It has only been the past two nights that I can remove them by myself.

This morning Cathy will be here whenever, to try her hand. I am planning on laughing a lot. Laughter burns calories.

5 more weeks to freedom.
Linda