9/20/21
Boy, I really got my dates mixed up the last few days. I am quite sure today is the 20th, though. It’s Monday. I’m sure of that, also. The representative for my pressure suit called me this morning and she will be out here tomorrow afternoon to fit me. My suit arrived yesterday. I stayed awake a good part of the day yesterday, but went to bed at 8 PM last night. I didn’t wake up until 8 AM this morning. One of my friends came over to help me with my medicine yesterday. It was a little overwhelming, but she was an enormous help. I have so much medicine to keep track of, and when I brought it all into the house from the RV, it simply covered the entire kitchen table. I needed a system to keep track of all of it, and to get it off the kitchen table so we can eat. When my esophagus finally heals, I won’t need near so much medicine. I can hardly wait till that day rolls around.
I have no energy any longer. I get so tired. My joints ache and my knees buckle at the most inconvenient times. I break out in sweats a lot. I don’t want to eat. I don’t want to do anything. My giddy up has gone. At least I’m home. I haven’t even wanted a glass of wine yet.
I’m ready to get better now. This sucks.
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