Patient Update

Last night we moved the patient from the intensive care couch back to the managed care bedroom. First time I've slept with Patrice in 4 days. While still experiencing bouts of fever chill-sweat, her prognosis is good.

But enough about her. What about me?

My schedule:

(P) Those things Patrice usually does.
(D) Those thing I usually do.

Got up at 5am(P). Let the dogs out(P). Started the fire(P). Made my coffee(P). Drank my coffee(D). Suited up(P)

(Note: I can usually put my clothes on all by myself. Patrice hardly ever needs to help with the buttons and fortunately I own a pair of slip-on boots so the lace tying part is covered.)

Headed out into the 2 degree weather(P). Took three loads of hay by sled to the cattle trough(P). Released Matilda from stall(P). Chased the calf around in the muck trying and finally succeeding in getting his halter on(P). Got more hay for Matilda(P). Mucked out Matilda's stall(P). Dragged the muck to the compost pile(P). Filled the water troughs(P). Released the chickens(P). Got fresh water and food for the chickens(P).
Headed back to the house and re-stoked the fire(P). Finished coffee(D).

I'll stop there for now. As we can obviously see from the above, something is seriously wrong. No man should be forced to have his coffee drinking interrupted like this. I can so hardly wait until Patrice back to full capacity.

Me before Patrice got sick.

Me after Patrice got sick.