A sense of normalcy

Dave saw the surgeon yesterday and he gave him the green light to go back to work and begin physical therapy. I am a nervous wreck over him driving. All week I've been asking him if he would please stop reading the newspaper and typing emails while he drives. I tell him "You are not a cat. You don't get 9 lives. Most people only get one." I hope it sank in.

I need to drive to the doctor's office once they open to get refills on his prescriptions, then meet him at the hospital for his physical therapy. I want to be there for his first session to see what they have to say about his limitations and see what exercises they have him do. Then it's off to the drugstore to pick up meds and run errands.

It feels like the first day of school when the kids are gone and the house is empty. It makes me nervous. I know I will keep walking into the other room to check on him like I did every day this past month. It's too quiet in here.

It's strange how getting back to normal can feel so odd.