Social Butterfly

Well, the past week has been filled with many firsts ...

We spent a lovely evening over at the Bolger's on Saturday evening. Conor survived his first social engagement (even with a tummy ache) and the Bolgers, the Van Humbecks and I were able to sketch out some plans for a summer trip to Victoria. That I can even contemplate such a venture ... 9 weeks after the accident ... is extraordinary. And truth be told ... I'm a little excited!

Sunday evening, Conor was whisked away to his buddy Randy's house to watch the Colts defeat their nemesis, and finally make it to the Superbowl. It was touch and go for a while ... but they made it! Sorry Pat! Conor was out till well after midnight ... and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Tuesday, I took Conor to Bayshore (local shopping mall) for a haircut. Shortly after he was discharged from the hospital ... I made a sad attempt at cutting his hair. In Ciaran's words ... it was a "monk" cut. I never professed to have any skills in that department ... for good reason. So Conor looks normal again ...

Wednesday night, the Bolger girls came over for pizza. Kathy is in Mexico for a well deserved holiday with girlfriends, so I took the opportunity to introduce Steve to Thai food. Lovely little restaurant on Richmond Road (highly recommended -- Nokham Thai - thanks Jill) and Steve was duly impressed.

Tonight, Conor is heading over to Matt's house for the first time. Matt's house was where Conor spent the majority of his evenings prior to the accident ... I think he's a little excited! I am taking cousin Jimmy out for his birthday ... to some little Bistro on Holland (will provide my critique later!)! Ciaran will have to make do with leftovers as he watches Joey and studies for exams. Don't fret too much about Ciaran ... he's got plans for the weekend.

We got a call this week from the wrist specialist over at the General Hospital. Conor has an appointment to see him for 6 Feb .... hopefully they'll be able to schedule surgery soon. The physio will be seeing Conor three times next week and then she's kicking him out ... he'll be going to a physiotherapy center. For all of you that suspect I am not looking after myself .... arrangements are being made for me to attend the same clinic for therapy on my neck/back (I guess that's where I store my stress) and massage. I'm looking forward to it!

This week Conor walked with only one crutch ... and yesterday he took his first unassisted steps. And yes ... I cried! The physio was blown away! There'll be no stopping him now ...

There ... thought I'd get this update in. With our ever burgeoning social schedule ... it was an effort! Seriously, it is a joy for me to report Conor's return to a reasonably "normal" social life. His friends have been awesome about coming here for the past couple of months ... but it is therapy in its own way for Conor to be able to visit his friends. Having him out of my sight is agony ... but not having him go out is worse torture (and unfair to him). To paraphrase Ciaran: Suck it up, Mum ... these are all steps in the right direction.