Better

 

All it took was two weeks, and Grant feels mostly better. He was walking well enough last Saturday to try drinks at Aku Aku Tiki Bar, a hole-in-the-wall next to Lake Eola. We plan to try all the tiki bars mentioned in a recent Orlando Sentinel article. A mission.

The previous Monday he ached so much that I called his doctor to try to get his pain meds adjusted. He could barely get out of bed or sit down to a chair.  We are worried that perhaps his hips are damaged even though the scans didn’t show any cracks. Tuesday he was somewhat better. Since he had an appointment Friday, he decided just to wait it out.

After seeing his doctor, who is a resident, and her supervisor, we are much assured. They examined his hips, had him push and pull on their arms, watched him stand up, etc. Both agreed that he has deep tissue bruising but nothing that won’t heal fairly soon, a relative term for sure. He’s signed up for physical therapy and extensive blood work just to be sure his tremor is the one he’s had all his life and not an indication of Parkinson’s.

Grant has also returned to cooking, which is a good thing since I’m so not interested. We took the Tacoma over to Clearwater to have the topper back window replaced. On the way home, we stopped to see Peg and Bob, who gave us acorn and butternut squashes. Peg said we could store the latter, but the acorn needed to be eaten fairly soon. Dinner: meatballs with collards in tomato sauce with polenta and baked squash. Beautiful, healthy, and delicious. Plus leftovers for another meal.