I talked to my physical therapist, the ever happy Brandon.  He gave me a better idea of what would happen and how things would occur. I would get the surgery and in one day I would be up on my feet. Then in a week I could go home. 


But I have decided that going home after a week would be a mistake. Dick would take care of me, but I would be impossible. I hate being dependent on him, have always hated it. So I would rather be able to go up the stairs before I go home. In any case I will stay in the nursing home as long as necessary, even if we have to pay for it ourselves.







But