Karen is supposed to go home tomorrow. Yesterday she took her first faltering steps out of the room since she got here almost two weeks ago. Leah and I are going to be trained to do things with her medicines and PICC line. Ah well, it's true, man proposes, God disposes; the plan when I married a nurse was to have someone to take care of me.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I Don't Just Deliver GQ, I Live It
There were a few little glitches at work yesterday, but overall, not so bad. A couple of my customers mentioned that the substitute carrier wasn't dressed as neatly as I dress. I'm not sure what to make of that; perhaps he was wearing pelts.