Tomorrow Mother goes back to the surgeon to strut her stuff.
She is walking a lot without the walker, and even walked to the mailbox this morning, using her cane.
She's called for them to come get the hospital bed, she's taken the potty chair thing off the commode (Thank goodness, that thing pinched). The physical therapist said good-bye.
She still has some burning pain below the surgical site, which I assume is the good old sciatic nerve protesting being whacked in half.
She hasn't been in a car since she came home from the hospital, but she ain't worried about it. She was shown how to go up and down steps, so she's got that whipped.
I'm a little (okay, a lot) nervous about her staying by herself so soon, and she said the Other Brother said absolutely not!
Mother's said, let's see what the doctor says.
Actually, she is walking and moving better and with more confidence than she did before the surgery.
I suspect it isn't she who is concerned.
It's the offspring.
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