Today and for the past week I have served as chauffeur while J. still has a garden hose shoved up his ... er, a catheter. Usually he drives but a catheter causes bladder spasms so he isn't supposed to drive for the duration. Poor thing. Every little bump as well as the motion of slowing down when I hit the brakes hurts his incision, his empty spot where the prostate was, his poor catheterized man parts, so I try to be smooth, but mostly I just cringe as I drive and apologize a lot. This town has a lot of snow and ice and freezing water during the winter, thus, riddled with pot holes most of the summer. Like I said, I'm trying my damnedest to drive pretty but geesh. I can kinda tell from his driving suggestions, I think I'm driving him crazy.
To add to the worry: Today as I was pulling ever so gingerly out of our alley, my neighbor's youngest drove past his family hedge (which blocks visibility, which is why I creep out of the alley!) straight in front of me, actually smashing down my front license plate with the front tire of his bike and leaving tire tracks on my front bumper! I squeaked. I hit the brakes. I was shocked. I saw him drive by in slow motion, squinting into my windshield in confusion as his bike hit my car. He pedaled along side, down the alley and into his family garage! I tracked him down on foot and he had no injuries and looked a little worried about whether I was mad or not... not that I think he cares much what I think. This kid is about 6. He is sooo cute and I just love all the neighbor kids in general, so this was almost like I hit my own child. Except, of course, I saw him and was able to stop, even though he wasn't able to swerve around me. I didn't actually hit him! Thank heaven he was fine.
This is what I saw though, on our drive home after the surgery when we got out of the hospital! I think it's a double.
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