I’ve been okayed to drive again. On my first trip to the grocery, I found out that I DO have the strength in my legs to work the gas, and more importantly, the brake. So, “so far, so good”.
Have I mentioned that I sleep alot since the surgery? I suppose that’s my body’s way of having enough downtime to heal.
And that combination of circumstances reminds me of a joke that was going around a few years ago:
“When it’s my time, I want to go peacefully in my sleep like Grandpa did … not screaming in terror like his passengers did.”
So, what time shall I pick you up?