Once again, we are working our way into yet another new realty. Returning from the hospital on Saturday gave me an appreciation for those who say "I am all washed up" or "I just ran out of steam". I have never had the experience of Saturday where I managed to get up the stairs and across the floor to the chair but was unable to lift my arms, legs or a cushion once I arrived there. I was completely spent as well as totally parched and in desperate need of water.
The last couple of days we have, once again, been replenishing the larder - water, juice, food, rest etc. - so that I have some reserve for the day. My "recovery" is coming along more quickly than when I first returned home from the hospital one week ago today.
My routine has been to wake up around 5:30 a.m. and head to bed around 7:00 p.m. Each day the Victoria Order of Nurses (V.O.N.) comes to do blood pressure checks etc. The present concern is to get the bowels moving once again. The nausea has disappeared and the pain is well regulated by the drugs. When there is pain, it does seem to be more related to bowel pressure than anything else. Close friends and family have been coming to stay with me while Diane does various errands around town.
We are in the process of putting a bathroom in the study on the ground floor. It is already plumbed for a sink and toilet so it is just a matter of linking stuff up. Today, the Red Cross delivered a hospital bed that will also be in the study/den. It will make it easier for me to rest before heading up to the main floor whenever I arrive home from medical appointments.
I have saved up the energy to make one trip down to the study to do this and hope, with the changes on the ground floor, to be able to come down once a day.
This note came across my lap today - "For all that has been, Thanks.
"To all that shall be, yes. "
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