Day 12 - three days after my last entry and I am smiling from ear to ear. My
Support Worker washed my hair today...and I feel so much cleaner. Well, washed
it with cloth and water and plastic coverings over my mattress and bed, but she
really deserves a medal. Nothing got soaked or messed and my hair is feeling all
nice and shiny and clean. One step at a time. Literally.
Had a walker delivered this afternoon and when I say 'one step at a time', I really
mean it. I am now able to sit on the edge of the bed for a very few minutes, mostly still supporting myself with my hands, but I am sitting. I can stand up with the help
of the bedrail and holding on to the walker. But that's it. It seems impossible to lift
and move it forward...and try a step. Instead I am practicing lifting my feet.
Unable to weight bear on the right hand side, the pain is still at a high threshold. (8).
So overall report: cannot lift myself off the mattress without assistance.
Am completely dependent on help with absolutely everything though I can feed
The pain, the disabilities cannot be compared to major hip replacement surgery and I had three of those. On Day One of hip surgery you walk to the washroom, you are mobile. (with cane or walker, but mobile nonetheless)......
Still, I am making progress - somewhat. And I am not in a fog so much because I try not to take those horrible oxycocets (narcotics).
Thank you everyone for your loving and supportive comments on my letter in
the gallery. It helps me look forward to coming back and finding my muse again.
I miss creating even as I am lying flat on my back. Maybe now is the time to
work on my 'Ticket to Venice' journal.