I am sitting here typing away like old times. Not. But I am trying to do something normal so I can feel normal. Maybe that doesn't make sense but I felt the need to do something that I used to do before life became different.
Dan is doing better. Today while I was at work trying not to think about what he was doing, he got up, showered, dressed, and came downstairs and found something to eat all by himself. That may not sound like much but he was so exhausted after that exertion that I found him sleeping in the recliner hours later.
Back surgery is not for the faint of heart for sure. No wonder I remember my dad saying, "Never have back surgery". He wasn't kidding however Dan had no choice and so I know (and he knows) that he did the right thing. So tomorrow I will go back to work and try not to think about what he is doing on his own.