First order of business, “Miss I” is really named Kim. Since just about everyone now knows that we’re together, there’s little point in keeping the pretense up any longer.
Fresh out of surgery and with staples still holding me together, we made the trip to Long Island, NY to have Thanksgiving with her family. All 35 of them. Sadly, her uncle is battling cancer and festivities were muted, but everyone managed to be nice in spite of their obvious suffering. No one was particularly focused on the food, and with my limited ability to eat I didn’t mind in the least.
Friday after Thanksgiving included a scare for us as I took a turn for the worse (lethargic and exhibiting a pretty serious set of symptoms). A quick phone call to my surgeon confirmed that I might need to be re-admitted to the hospital. I resisted going to the emergency room 250 miles from home, but Kim was a trooper and got us back to Maryland by late afternoon. The decision all around was to wait and see if the symptoms continued, and if so to head straight to the ER in Baltimore.
Luckily my condition improved and I managed to stay out of the hospital (far too much time there as it is).