Ayuh, Stilly. Last March 14th -- which is pretty damned close to a year ago -- Tom slipped on the deck and broke his right fibula.

Arghhhhh! What a year!

He wasn't home from rehab (AND the first rehab place tried to kill him) until the end of May, couldn't put weight on the ankle until the beginning of July and I think it was August sometime that he could finally get around on a cane instead of the wheelchair.

Now if I can just keep him from falling...

This go-round started two weeks ago with a fall (somewhere between 12:30 and 2 a.m.). At that point it had been 3 days since he'd seen a doctor, a month since he'd fallen (and hurt his knees) and nine months since he'd been in the hospital. Just too damned complacent, I guess.

Just about to head to the pharmacy -- Tom's still napping and I don't really want to wake him to tell him I'm leaving for a little while.

By the way, I used to be a stickler about not adding ANYTHING to a single malt scotch, but recently I've found that just a wee bit of water will bring out the flavor, especially in cask strength. Not that I get a chance to sip it often, alas. Just a tiny splash of water.

Later,
Linn