Gray May has hit Southern California and I hate it.
If you live here, you know what Gray May is.
If you don’t, it’s a “season” in Southern California when the coastal fog is thick and hangs around nearly all day …
Thus, gray days … Gray May and/or June Gloom are the same thing.
Last week, I saw my elbow doc for my one week, post-op, follow-up appointment.
He performed an ultrasound on my elbow to see how the torn tendon is healing and said it looks good.
For the record, I did NOT have “traditional” elbow surgery and my incision is very small.
Kerlan Jobe is on the leading edge of new technologies and my doc is one of only a few in the country using one of these new technologies on elbow tears.
Anyway, I was very happy to hear all looks well.
I’m immobilized for six weeks, but I’m allowed to have physical therapy on my entire arm now ….
Paul Newman is THRILLED to be spending more time with me.
My elbow hurts more than my shoulder, but that’s due to the (very similar to) microfracture element of my elbow surgery.
The pain should get better each day.
The tendon repair itself will take months to heal, as will my shoulder.
I did try taking a few photos with my “real” camera last weekend and it didn’t go well.
I’ll try again in a couple weeks … or, maybe when I’m allowed to?
(I’m using a point and shoot for all my dog/puppy photos.)
Puppy Frank went swimming in my pool a few times this weekend.
My daughter, and her boyfriend, came down for a big chunk of the weekend so they could meet the new puppy.
Puppy, Frank The Newf, loves chasing bubbles!
Fred and Frank have lots of fun playing together.
We have to supervise their playing so Fred doesn’t accidentally hurt, much smaller, Frank.
Frank will go up to calm, stoic, Fred and hit him on the nose with his paw.
He wants Fred to chase him, and Fred is happy to oblige.
But, Fred is BIG and we have to make sure they don’t play too rough until Frank grows and has a little more size.
Fred The Newf (18 months) Frank The Newf (13 weeks) – Playing tag and chase with an empty Kleenex box.
Frank will not be allowed out in public until he gets his last series of vaccines in about three weeks.
I’m beginning to feel better now that my pain is decreasing.
I hope to be out and about doing more real life, adult, things beginning this week.
Life moves on …!