The morning started off the same as the last with one addition....Heparin! Now I get to add a blood thinner to my menagerie of medicine, this one to prevent blood clots since all I'm doing is laying in bed. Oh, and they give it to you in your belly.
Now I'm really starting to question how old I am. I am a fall risk, not allowed to get out of bed alone, getting shots of insulin and blood thinner. Has anyone seen my bifocals??
This day really starts to take a down turn. The physical therapist stops by and we do some walking up and down the hall, and some balance exercises. Not quite sure how I felt as I was walking around, using a walker....but I didn't fall. Let's think a little positive, shall we? She tells me that I will also work with an occupational therapist, but in her opinion, I can't go home by myself. She wants to send me to a skilled nursing facility. And since I am too good to go to Drake, it looks like a nursing home. I'm sorry, hmmmm?? There goes the positivity.
Apparently, I need my hair colored.
So, I wait a bit impatiently for the occupational therapist. Her job is to see if I can do things on my own at home. So we practiced taking my socks off and on, making my bed (why, I don't do this at home) and she made me brush my teeth. She claims it's just part of evaluating if I can take care of myself, but I'm not convinced. We make plans to work together the next day, but I'll be going down to their pretend apartment to wander around....with my walker. Sigh....
About 5:30 in the afternoon, I am transported to the
Now I am starving! Even a terrible green bean wrap sounded ok. I get back to my room and grab my menu, because room service is opened until 10PM! Until I get their answering machine and it says that the hours are actually 10AM until 7PM. Why is this the thing that pushes me over the edge? Telling me I have a life long illness and that I may not be able to be a street cop doesn't make me cry. Realizing I missed dinner and knowing I can't eat my chocolate because of my darn blood sugar makes me lose it! I am mad! I'm hungry, I'm in the hospital, still, and my immune system works so well, it has attacked my brain! And, I'm hungry!!
During this time of wallowing in self-pity, I hear from my Hero (Ron) and Heroine (Alicia). They are coming up to see me, did I need anything? Now, I'm crying tears of joy! Soup and a vanilla coke sound wonderful....screw the blood sugar, bring on the insulin!
After I inhaled my soup, we chatted for awhile. My roommate probably got a little upset at how much I laughed, but it was so nice to see them. When I mentioned that my eyes were a little wacky and that all my surroundings were moving, they set me up with a little entertainment before they left. They put 2 of my mints side by side on my table, yelled "GO" and the race began! It was a close race. One would get a little bit in front of the other and then would fall behind. This went on....and on....and on. My plan was to eat the loser.
Turns out it was a tie.
Mary, you made me laugh, cry then laugh again! I'm so glad you are keeping your spirits up. When I feel sad I only need to look around and see others who are suffering yet so strong like you. I count my blessings. I lost my husband 11 months ago peacefully suddenly to a heart attack in his sleep. Tomorrow would have been our 18th wedding anniversary. Psalm 34:19 says "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those crushed in spirit". This past year I see this is so true. Jeramiah 29:11 also tells me God has a PLAN for me. That gives me hope. You are in my daily prayers Mary. You keep blogging, and I'll keep reading. Love & blessings, one of your cool dispatchers, Karen Bentley ;)
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