Jobs that I know I don't want after spending a day of tv with Robert...to start...a wildlife photographer hunting polar bears. He spent 6 months...-50 degrees in the tundra...just for an hour of film. A mom (that eats humans by the way)...and two cubs...really? That must be the "passion" for your job that I know nothing about. A moose tour guide in the Yukon...anyone have a map? Thank goodness he shot the arrow straight through the lung and pierced the right ventricle...at least thats what they found after they sliced it open. Ugh. After seeing a 1200 lb moose charge at them...you can check that off my list for sure. A leopard hunter in Nimibia...watch out for the hyenas, lions and tigers and bears OH MY! I know...lets play sounds of a wild pack of hyenas...out of speakers in our truck...in the dark...to attrack lions. WTF? I'm allergic to cats anyway. Hachoo. Sniff. Rub. Run. Fast. Really fast.
We have settled in since Robert's discharge home. Trying to find a proper place for our makeshift nurse's station...i.e. the pool table...for now. Robert is back to taking shots of Gatorade...water...and sneaking a bite of ice cream every now and then. All in all he is doing okay. Today was a busy day...and he is tired. Between the two of us dreaming of tube feeds and formula in various situations last night...sleep was uh...strange. I welcome visions of sugar plums or something that doesn't warp our reality. His Chicken Express is going down quite smoothly tonight...with extra gravy. He will be up for visitors soon. Please just give him a call or shoot him a text first. Thanks for your patience. Please continue your support. The next 6 weeks will be the hardest I think.
--Jaime
Happy you are home!!!!!
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