Speaking of wild animals. The wife has had a recovery of sorts - started about three weeks ago. Her balance has improved dramatically, she's walking far better, and there have only been a couple of falls in that time mostly from when she was squatting down to get something out of a cabinet. HOWEVER, there's a price to pay - the mood swings are terrible. One day is good ... and the next you don't even want to consider. Yesterday she had another of the monthly appointments with the doctor. She was pretty hyped and loud ... he referenced it and included the word "manic". Oh, and big on her list is that "I won't put a new battery in her car" as a means to keep her cooped up and unable to drive.
After the doctor, I said we are going grocery shopping. I was tired of getting berated for not getting her out of the house - and then having her refuse to go out because her hair "looks bad" or something similar. I would have been in and out in half the time alone, but anyway. While we were there, she decided we should have shots ... flu shots. She wore herself out and had to go sit in the truck while I checked out, but she walked around remarkably well. Now I just have worry about keeping stuff that could kill me hidden. For the first time in almost nine months, she has done some cooking, cleaning, and laundry - and said I never did any of them right, but when she has been in a good mood, I did get good marks for effort.