Let me back up a little. Once my sister arrived home, for the first day or so she did what most people do, sleep. She was in some discomfort and such. The visiting nurse was still being discussed.
Hurricane Irene was a blip on the horizon, none of us were really paying her any mind I must admit. I was still walking each and every morning. Feeling more and more like my old self. I'd get us lunch and such. Not entirely sure but I believe I was cooking already.
My recovery was going great. I felt more and more like my old self, just a little wounded. I had the freedom of a car. In a few weeks would be my doctors appointment to get me clearance to go back to work. I began working with one of those people that handle such things from my short term disability. A nice sounding competent person.
To keep myself true to a schedule, I was now waking up and staying up, no more afternoon napping unless I really needed it, I seldom did. As many walks a day as I could get to keep myself somewhat fit. The numbness in the ring and pinky still plagued me in my right hand. My left was pretty much recovered and I was now able to open my own seltzer bottles.
It was Friday and the storm was due to hit on Saturday late in the day. Well off my brother in law and I went to get cable boxes. One for the living room, one for my sisters room, which she wouldn't get into for a month or 2. And yes one for me, I've yet to set it up, thinking about doing so now. They would be free for a year.
The wind had indeed picked up as we arrived home safely and prepared for the storm.
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