So today (Sunday--the day after we returned from Hawaii) was the Remembrance Ceremony for Garry's friend Cory. They postponed the event in order to let The Three of We return to Baltimore and take part since Garry and Cory were Best Friends Forever.
Well, Russ got up at 7am and said, "We've been gone for three weeks. I'm gonna go visit my mom at the nursing home before we go to the funeral."
I thought that was OK and sent him on his way.
He came home, we got dressed up, we went to the funeral. It was very sad and poor Garry had to deal with a lot of sadness. Then, I noticed that Russ was cradling his arm to his chest, was wobbly, and a bit flushed.
I said, "Russ...what's going on?"
"Oh, the nursing home's cat bit me on the wrist."
"WHAT!?!?! Let me see."
He showed me. Puncture wounds. Swollen wrist, spreading toward the armpit. <sigh> One more lovely thing.
So off to the Emergency Care we went! A couple hours later he's on anti-biotics, pain medication, anti-inflammatories.
....But at least we're home in Baltimore!
I took him home, put him to bed, and began working on recovering from the trip, the robbery, the bills, etc.
