Sorry about that...we didn't mean to just vanish without a word.
It is just that life in the last week or so has devolved down to a slogging, trudging, plod from day to day.
This business of recovery has turned wearisome. We are all just tired. Tired of hurting. Tired of nurses and doctors. Tired of medication schedules. Tired of queasiness and worrying about whether we are getting all of the right stuff in each day.
trudge -- To walk in a laborious, heavy-footed way; plod. A long, tedious walk.
The wound V.A.C. is still doing its thing and there is progress on that front. No word yet on how soon we'll be done with that.
As for weight loss, that does seem to be the one part of this that is going as advertised. As of this morning, Master has lost 49 pounds, and T has lost 34 pounds. She went to visit with her mother yesterday, and when she put her fanny pack around her waist, it just dropped to the floor. Tah Dah! Time to shorten the belt on that baby :-)
It is working its way toward spring, and I need to work on shifting the closets around. I'm imagining that He's going to want smaller pants and smaller shirts, but until we get the belly healed up, it is hard to contemplate trying on "grown-up" pants. He is pretty dedicated to His sweats at this point.
We are cooking more and more from the Egg Face website recipes. Of the things we've tried so far, her stuff seems the most viable and interesting.
We ordered Him a special Bento Box for carrying His lunches and snacks as He begins to contemplate going back to work. It hasn't arrived yet, but we'll do a product review when we see if it works as we hope it will.
That's it for news. Thanks for stopping by.