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| Max and I traded off being Vince's nurse. |
"Put on your signal," said Vince.
"It is on," I told him.
Two minutes go by.
"Put your hands at 10 and 2."
How long did the doctor say he couldn't drive?
Another couple minutes pass.
"You can get closer," he said
"In Minnesota it's one car length per second," I corrected.
he mimics me but I think he knows I'm right.
"The speed limit here is 40."
I'm not listening. I wonder if he could start driving again right now and we just won't tell the doctor.
Two days later.
"It is on," I told him.
Two minutes go by.
"Put your hands at 10 and 2."
How long did the doctor say he couldn't drive?
Another couple minutes pass.
"You can get closer," he said
"In Minnesota it's one car length per second," I corrected.
he mimics me but I think he knows I'm right.
"The speed limit here is 40."
I'm not listening. I wonder if he could start driving again right now and we just won't tell the doctor.
Two days later.
Although, (other than the back seat driving) I enjoyed being Vin's nurse, I don't mind that today's 5-star cielectomy (official name of Vin's toe surgery) follow-up marked the end of my chauffeuring era
(plus the end of him tying up my crutches and not putting my ice packs back in the freezer).
His toe appointment was fun. I liked being support for a change. We listened while the surgeon detailed the operation. Evidently Vince had agreed to an operating room description of the procedure and missed the part where the doc said "since you're an athlete, I'm going to 'cut a notch in the joint and suture it so it will heal pointing up a bit. It will add about a month to the healing process." Even though Vince doesn't remember this conversation it's too late now so we're hoping the resulting competitive unfair advantage from having a big toe that points up is big enough to justify the extra month.
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| Guess what's happening here. |
More later.
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