I am thankful to my son Lenny for providing me with details of the ‘Durkey’. This satisfies the need for the Thanksgiving turkey – and the lust for hot dogs. I told him all it needed was bacon.
I won’t need to do it this year because we are going to visit Cate’s brother in Virginia. I spoke to my infectious diseases doctor and he said I can finish the yellow gunk on the day before Thanksgiving – which is when we fly out.
I can at last get the PICC removed from my arm and have a proper shower.
And – I will be allowed to have a drink for the first time since 8 October. I will do this in a prone position because I imagine I will lapse into unconsciousness after one glass of Pouilly-Fuissé.
It has snowed bit and the last few days we have been ball tearers as far as coldness is concerned. The low today is 8° which is 30° below average. Monika spends most of her time perched on the heating vents – and I do put the fire on for her at night.
The big news here is that Cate is going to let me drive on the weekend AND go down to the basement – supervised of course.
I am not allowed out today because the paths are too icy and I may fall and kill myself. This would be a great shame after the enormous amount of money spent to save my life – and particularly for those whose bills I have not yet paid.
I met Beanie man and dog. He is Robbie and his dog is Frannie. She is a gorgeous little puppy who did blot her copybook by biting Cate – unintentionally of course – but she did bleed a lot. Robbie says Frannie has hade her rabies shots so we are not worried.