Things are going pretty well. Everyone (except Kitty, who wants it all over now) has remarked on her progress. At the wound center, they were very happy with Papa Divot (the largest one) which is healing slowly and nicely. Mama Divot (the medium one) still has tunnels at 12 o'clock and 3 o'clock, although they have gone down in size. They debated opening the incision there but decided not to because the tunnels have reduced by about twenty per cent or more. (Kitty fears they may still open the incision next week, but we shall see.) Also, all of the necrotic fat (WBAGNFARB) is gone from that wound. Baby Divot appears to be completely healed. Back to the wound center next week. We really hope this thing will be completely resolved soon; the wound center valet partking people now know us by name -- although the fact that we tip may have something to do with that.
We also went to the surgeon's office and saw his assistant who was also impressed with how Kitty's doing. Her range of motion is very good considering the nature of the wounds along her incision. Kitty does have to do some physical therapy sooner than later to strengthen her thigh muscles. (She's started that and not-so-sweetly reports that her thighs now hurt.) We follow-up there in three weeks. Because of Christina's work and school schedules we now have the Kangaroo from Wednesday mornings until Friday noontimes, so he joined us at the surgeon's office and everyone oohed and ahhed at him as usual.
Kitty is still be very careful, but is using her walker less. She still tires out easily. (She was given a lot of blood during her operation is still replenishing it with her own blood. We're told that that is one explanation for the tiredness. That, and healing itself is physically and emotionally exhausing.) I can tell she's getting better because she has started cleaning out closets; her mantra this past week has been, "We have too much stuff!") She cannot stand long enough in the kitchen to do any real cooking so she has begun to have me (me! Hah!) do some cooking for her. Yesterday I made a chicken broccoli casserole that was hardly overcooked and some peppermint brownies that were well-received although nowhere up to her standard. Tonight (she has threatened), she will help me make vegetarian meatloaf. Or, perhaps, I will help her make it. (As I said, she's gettting better.)