You're In John Wayne Country Now, Boy

I was in line at the Sonic drive-through and this guy was in front of me in his beat up truck and his sun-faded "GOD BLESS JOHN WAYNE" window sticker.

I like it actually. Though I'd like it more if they used John Wayne's real name. I'd put a "GOD BLESS MARION MORRISON" bumper sticker on my car. Wouldn't you?

Let's see. What happened today?

I overslept, for one. I let the dogs out at 5:15 and then fell asleep and slept through my 6:20 alarm. Woke to my 8:30 alarm. (Yes, I set four alarms for the night: One wakes me up at 3:00 so I can help my mom get back into bed. One wakes me up at 5:15 so I can let the dogs out of the house. One wakes me up at 6:20 so I can get up and make coffee and start breakfast. The 8:30 alarm was set when my mom was in the hospital and I wanted to make sure I left the house by then--though I never needed it because I was always at the hospital by 7:45 or earlier if I could manage it.) So yes, I got an unexpected extra two hours of sleep last night.

My mother had a doctor's appointment today too, just after lunch. Her doctor changed her dressing and examined her leg length. There is a slight variation in the length of her legs now (an unfortunate side-effect of the extent of the damage to her hip) that may be possible to correct when she gets her other hip done. I will say this: The doc is French-Canadian and I'm sure he thought it strange that I grinned hugely when, after extensively examining her ankles to determine the how uneven the leg lengths were, he declared it to be off by "aboot a sahn-timeter." I don't know why that cracked me up. (Foreigners! Hilarious!)

Oh! And I will tell just one more doctor story that my mother's friend and ICU nurse Virina reminded me of today:

On the Thursday after surgery, I brought donuts into the ICU for the staff. Virina picked out the donut she wanted and put it in a napkin at the nurse's desk. Then she got busy doing something and my mom's doctor came in, spoke to my mother briefly, then went and sat at Virina's desk to write orders. He left and Virina came back, sat down, looked around, and then I heard her say, "Where's my donut? Did he eat my donut? He ate my donut, didn't he? Did he really eat my donut?!"

Dude! The doctor sat there at her desk and ate her donut! That's some Homer Simpson-esque shit right there. I mean, who eats food they find on other people's desks? (Doctors! Hilarious!)

Anyway, an Amazon also arrived today, the first of many online purchases that will be arriving in the days to come. Today we got an ice crusher and a sock puller-upper-thingy that my mom can use to put on socks without bending over. Tomorrow we're expecting packages from Zingerman's and possibly more Amazon. It's a little too easy to indulge in a little online retail therapy when one is trapped at home and/or in a small town.