Quent's stockings

Yesterday, Quent had a shower and came downstairs barefoot. I suggested maybe he should be wearing the pressure stockings, as the nurses had given us several pairs. He said he thought he was probably more active than most patients and would be fine. Fortunately his big sister was here and kindly but firmly told him to put them on. (Blood clots are the biggest risk after an adrenalectomy and he's having to inject himself daily to thin the blood). It was less than four days after the op, after all.

The hospital rang in the evening to see how things were going. Quentin was able to report that everything seemed fine. In true wifely fashion I prompted him from the background to ask about the stockings. Next thing I heard was "Four weeeeks?"

Other than that, he's been pretty well behaved and is making a great recovery. He did a bit of weeding today, but Oakley soon came to the rescue (with a chess board). We have been for a short walk and Quent seemed fine. He's having a nap each afternoon, but otherwise seems to be bouncing around as usual. He really hasn't got the hang of 'milking it'. I think I made more fuss when I had a virus a few weeks ago.