Recovery, debit card, socks.

I think we are past the worst part of Edda’s home recovery.  She doesn’t really need pain meds anymore, though you can tell her leg muscles are weak and she’s still trying to adjust to her new body’s balancing points.  Before, her body was all tense with trying to manage the pain, but now her sleep is sound and deep.  Last night at 10:30 pm, after sleeping 80% of the day, Edda was awake taunting me and laughing softly at her movie video playing in her bedroom.  I took that as a sign she was well enough to be out of bed most of the day.  No more lazy days in bed in a painkiller stupor.  Today, she spent the whole morning in her wheelchair.  Then after lunch, we walked six houses down the block and then a nice nap in the afternoon and then a few more hours in her chair in the evening.  Hopefully, she won’t be up at 10:30pm.  It is incredible to me how much sleep I’m able to absorb this week as well.   I’m napping a lot with Edda and still able to fall asleep at night without a problem.   Maxi (you see her on the couch in the above photo?) has taken to sleeping in Edda’s room.  Maxi is looking out for Edda and I’m touched.

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A big step today for Vince towards becoming an independent adult; he got his first debit card.  His weekly allowance (which is $15 because he’s 15 years old, Edda gets $13 a week) auto deposits into the account every Tuesday.  He has the bank’s app loaded onto his phone.  He used his card to promptly to buy some stuff online and it immediately showed the transaction on his app.  He is very, very excited.  I had to do this because of his upcoming trip to China, but also really because it’s time to learn that even though $300 seems like an endless supply of money, it can go very, very quickly.  This evening, he’s like, I want to spend allll my money.  But I know I shouldn’t.  Yeah, that’s how it pretty much goes your whole life.  I told Jeremy about this in a phone conversation last night and he said, so we are giving up overseeing all his purchases?  Uh, yeah, I guess he can go buy all the weird crap he wants until his money runs out.

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I caught my mother matching together mismatched socks.  lol.  None of our socks match.  They almost match, but never do.