Today was Shower Day. Actually Bath Day, since the Bariatric Shower Transfer Bench ordered Thursday hadn't arrived yet. The Home Health Aide came by to assist -- she's been doing this for thirty years.
The truck delivering the shower bench came 2½ hours later. (grin)
Sleeping in bed is getting better. Yay. Bad news is that readjusting myself hasn't helped Mrs. Dr. Phil get a good night's sleep.
It's been a long week, to some extent, but at the same time, despite the complications of my left leg, utterly familiar. Did the 5½ months in hospital really happen? Already it starts to seem a distant memory.
Which makes complete sense, when you consider most of that waiting time. Even during the most strenuous days of rehab, I had some 21-22 hours per day of sitting, bed, eating, sleeping, reading, Kindling. Roughly one percent of my life so far. Necessary, as far as that goes, but I look forward to breaking out of the house and hitting the road. Working. Writing.
Including a couple of OTC items, I have a list of 13 medications I am taking. 3 are for allergies, 8 are the heart and blood pressure drugs Cardiology ordered after my one incidence of a cardiac arrhythmia in the ICU back the first week of May. Most of this stuff I should be to shed Real Soon Now.
To get around the mix of drug names and generic rebrandings, I just numbered the bottles and put the pills in a shot glass:
AM -- 2,3,5,7,8,9,10,11,12
PM -- 5,7,9
But no matter -- I shall conquer this stage of my recovery, too!