Miser Family update, flags and all

Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family.  This week, we've been particularly rich in flags and medical assistance.

Flags first:

I'd declared a "Flag" theme because June 14 is right around the corner.  My family took this theme around a corner of its own.  We've got flags from all over!  From the state of Terryland, a Nigel Mansell U.K. flag, a flag for the times, a flag from Israel, plus a flag of surrender and flags proudly celebrated by the Hounding Fathers.  Kudos to Y, who says, "there was no flag in the ICU, so I went outside and found a flagpole."

And Y's picture leads me to another one hidden in this collection, where you'll see "one of these things is not like the others . . . ", because somehow in this collage, we got a photo of N-son's new glasses (and "fresh cut").  The ICU and glasses allow me to segue along to the medical assistance theme:  N-son got new glasses!  He's been walking around practically belting out Amazing Grace, because he didn't realize how blind he was, but now he can see.  (And because of his haircut, he can see good and he looks good!)

Prewash got to visit the vet, which is fortuitously right around the corner from our home.  She is a good dog, but she's not a Miser Dog.  She came home with scads of pills --- allergy pills, anti-acids, and heartworm/flea prevention.   She's healthy (phew), but she stays that way with a lot of pharmaceutical aid.  

My own "medication" is much more palatable; I got a package of chocolate in the mail from my other kidney, which is sailing around in Florida with her other husband, and who says, "18years! Can you believe it? I am healthy as a horse!"  Happy anniversary, kidney!

I-daughter had her own shot-in-the-arm, so to speak (although the medical descriptions for her situation are all metaphorical).  She'd gotten progressively sicker of her job and was understandably concerned about getting literally sick of it as the town it's in reopens.   (The town is one that's highly likely to have people flaunting mask and social distancing rules; it's also a town which is antagonistic to people of color, especially of late. . . ).  So on Thursday I drove with her to pick up her belongings there, and she handed in her two-weeks' notice, and life seems to be feeling better already.  I'm really proud of her for taking action.  

And then there's my husband . . . oh, my husband.  He's still recovering from his May 9 bike accident, working with the physical therapy team to restore flexibility in his broken (now mending) arm.  Along the way, we got the lab results that confirm he has the beginnings of osteoporosis in his lower back and upper femurs, so he's decided he'll become a pedestrian -- no more bikes. Which is, as you can imagine, a mixed blessing in my eyes.   Being who he is, though, he does nothing halfway. This past week, for example, he walked 72 miles, got attacked by chiggers (and so now lathers up with lots of steroid ointment to ease the itching), and then got a sunburn. So I'm not entirely sure walking is safer than biking for him . . . but he's certainly living life to the fullest!

And that's the news from our family, which continues to be wealthy (and healthy) in our adventures, in which our energy never flags. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.