Seriously?!

So starting week three of taking care of Wayne, and guess what brilliant thing he asked Scott to do today? He asked Scott to go get the handsaw out of the garage (keeping in mind this is a 79 year old man with a broken leg (red cast now - re-casted on Thursday). Scott asked him why, Wayne answered, "So I can saw off part of my cast."

We of course asked him why, and apparently it has been bothering him since yesterday. "Why didn't you say something yesterday?" asked Scott. You know, when we could have taken him back to the doctor.

"Because I didn't want to go back to the doctor," said Wayne. Oh, of course, what was I thinking - it is much more fun to let you trim it down yourself!

Obviously we didn't give him the handsaw, but we did notice a strange tear on the top part of his cast - apparently he has an utility knife on the side table that he used to saw at it for a while. We attempted to point out the potential problem with this idea (i.e, cutting himself and bleeding to death before we come back to check on him), but he quickly pointed out that he wasn't going to cut himself. Right, kind of like he meant to break his ankle two weeks ago.

Ares is doing much better. He loves his new prescription cat food (even with the crushed up pill inside), he seems to think he should have it every time someone goes in the kitchen. Everything looks good in his cat box so no sign of blockage (yes, my second favorite thing to do after cleaning up after Wayne, is to come home and checkout Ares's litter box - woo hoo, I sure know how to party.) He is much more affectionate lately too (Ares, not Wayne - although Wayne is remembering to say please and thank you - so I guess you could call that affectionate). Anyway, Ares goes back for a checkup next Saturday - so here's hoping the infection is cleared up.

Oh yeah, and I was able to write seven more questions while sort of listening to my fellow grad students give papers. Hey, gotta write when inspiration hits.