Mario took a picture of me sitting up on the edge of the bed
for the first time. I have aged twenty years, but I still have my dreams and will
work very hard at feeling better. What a sight indeed, hair sticking out and stuck and not my usual self, but somehow it's not important. Eight days without a shower and no hair shampoo. He proudly sent it to the kids to let them see. My hands are still helping me support and take the weight off my spine when it becomes too painful. And no, the big bowl on the side of the bed is for me. Cannot keep food down much right now, the medication is making me sick to my stomach...
my knee is still badly swollen, not to mention my poor legs. Otherwise I am fine.