Sore… black and blue...in a brace on my leg...but glad to be home.
They originally thought I’d have to go to rehab for a few weeks...but I showed a lot of improvement over the days and convinced them that I could be better served if I had the PT person come to my house or if I went to outpatient therapy.
I got home and was greeted by:
This look on Cash. He looked like he was debating if he was going to forgive me for yet again to go to that sick people place for a few days and not being here to service his needs. :)
But I also got:
This from Cloud, who could not wait to hop on pop.
They both greeted me at the door and even Cash was glad to see I was back. :)
Nothing like being met with love at the door after a trip to the hospital.