Wow. I'm trying to determine how my recuperation is going. One of two things has happened. Either someone has crept up on me from behind and buried an ice pick to the hilt, just to the right of center on my back! Or, the drain tube is fixing to poke through the front!

I think most of my pain and misery are derived from the drain tube. I would like to say if I can make it to tomorrow I'll have it made, but I don't want to get myself hyped just in case it doesn't happen. We are still draining it twice a day and getting about fifteen ccs. each time. I know how disheartening it was for Krl when her orthopedic doctor had promised to take off her cast and then changed his mind telling her three more weeks!

I have an appointment with my surgeon tomorrow morning, followed by an appointment with the dermatologist two hours later. I guess I'm a glutton for punishment. It has been comical Pat has been marking moles for the dermatologist to look at, when Krl is cleaning my incisions she washes off the marks, so it is an ongoing battle.

Pepa is due back in Lubbock today for his follow up doctor visit. Pat is going with them. He seems to be doing much better lately.

Today is a week since we lost Fred. I don't know how many times I have begun to call him before I realized he is gone. The last couple of days have been really difficult.

But, we will get through it.

One day at a time.

FATHER, I need a little help here.