Hawaii is a go!
Got to the new doctor yesterday and she was as shocked to see us as we were to see her. Apparently we had been sent to a "wound care" specialist. One who treats open wounds. Which Rick does not have. True, he has a wound (which we could not make this doctor understand) but it's not open. It's under his skin.
Yeah, we went round and round.
But the outcome... this doctor saw no reason that Rick couldn't fly. No reason that he couldn't withstand 8 hours of high altitude, with a few precautions.
So we are going. Me, Elizabeth, and a funny looking man wearing one white stocking up to his thigh. That oughta look cute under his hula skirt.