Yes, for the second year in a row, Oma and Opa are with us during mid-May. The occasion: Julia’s right shoulder surgery that took place May 13 (my parents’ 59th wedding anniversary, in fact). It was not the most romantic day for them because I showed up at the hospital just before noon and was released shortly before 6. My dad is the one who held vigil at the Kernan orthopedic hospital, which was in Baltimore. We don’t yet have the right name of the muscle tear in my right shoulder that’s been bothering me for 2 years but the doctor definitely found it and hopefully repaired it all. I was in quite a bit of pain all day Thursday and groggy to boot with all the painkillers plus an ice pack that was attached to my shoulders. Hardly left my bed. Friday managed to plunk down a birthday card for Oma and then later on in the day, we ordered take-out from the Olive Garden which turned out to be surprisingly good.
So it’s been pretty quiet here. Oma accompanied me to my Pilates class today so she could see what one looks like and to help me get up and down. My right arm is all encased in a black gortex sling with a bolster – tomorrow we will try changing the dressing. Opa has been busy doing errands around the house; he just got done repairing a bookcase. We visit the doctor on Monday and I start physical therapy on Thursday. Am not sure when I drive again but I can’t right now. Oh, and Oma/Opa also patiently waited at Costco to get me new tires so that I didn’t have to sit there for hours. We should have them visit more often, no?
The photo is of Veeka sitting on Oma’s lap just after the candles were blown out.
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