2/27/22
It's Sunday and I'm feeling almost human again today. I can't lift more than 10 lbs. until I see the surgeon again on Friday. No pushing, pulling, bending, etc. I don't have to stop and think about it, the pain lets me know right away. No prob. If I bend too far, it feels like the stitches are being pulled out, one by one, with a set of dull tweezers, by an ogre with bad eyesight. So, I'm behaving myself. Besides, I'm getting seen nearly a week early so that I can get released to go on my cruise. I'm not going to jeopardize that! My incision is still weeping a little bit, but I showered today (much to David's delight), so I can have company now and give them a hug without them holding their breath.
Thanks to everyone leaving messages on my blog and/or sending emails and texts. I love getting them, even if I don't answer. I want ya'll to know they ARE appreciated. Today was the first day I didn't need David (or a small crane) to help me out of bed, so I'm definitely getting better. I have an eye appointment tomorrow morning at 9:00. They're going to dilate my eyes, so I need a driver. David has volunteered. It's a good thing, because I'm dreading sitting in the car in the passenger seat, let alone trying to drive. Geez. No one wants me behind the wheel right now, I guarantee it. They said my visit would take 2 hours. I haven't told him that part, yet. He might change his mind. He's become a permanent fixture in some of the parking lots around town now. Frankly, I'm surprised someone hasn't reported him to the police as a potential stalker. Ha! Now, that would be funny! 'Look, officer, there he is again.'
When I think back on it, I wonder if I had all that bad luck at the hospital because I never forwarded those 12 emails with that chain letter......
I'll be more careful next time.
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