June 8 - Day 41: The last 4 stubborn staple scabs on my left knee fell off today after my shower.
This evening, hubby and I went out to our local Chinese restaurant for the first time post-op. After I packed up all our left overs, hubby stood up to pay and discovered that his wallet was not in his pocket. We checked around our table and he went out to check the car. No luck. I had decided not to bring my back pack and lanyard with my ID and credit card, so we had no way to pay. Hubby said he didn't want to drive without his license and was going to walk home - 1/4 mile+ each way. I told him where my credit cards were in case his wallet wasn't at home. After he left, I explained to the restaurant owner what was happening and she asked for our contact info in case the wallet turned up. She wasn't sure where the shopping center's lost and found was, but said she would let security know. While waiting, I worried about having to cancel all our credit cards and how long it might take hubby to get a replacement driver's license. I had two appointments scheduled: PT tomorrow and my second post-op meeting with my OS on Tuesday. I'm still not cleared for driving. I was sure hubby was worried about the same things. Fortunately, he arrived back in the restaurant about 25 minutes later with wallet and credit card in hand. We all (me, the restaurant owner, and wait staff) shouted "hooray," and I thanked them all for their help and understanding. The wallet had been left at home -- something hubby has never done before. A senior moment, but it ended well.
We had planned to make a short trip to Safeway. After picking up four items, we discovered that there had been a spill near the registers, and we were limited to one line unless we walked up the aisle and around to the other side of the store. I didn't want to do any more walking. The woman ahead of us in line had an amazing amount of items in her cart -- maybe she was stocking up for a TKR - all the items were healthy. The clerk was slow and had no bagger to assist, and a number of us stood in line for a long time. I could hear my knees whining, "Let's go home, mom!" As we were finally walking back to the car, hubby said, "Most people at Costco don't buy that much stuff." When we got back home, I requested, "Gel packs, please!" Hopefully, the long unanticipated sitting and standing won't result in too much achiness tomorrow.
Best to all!