7/10/22
Today is Sunday. I’m sure of that because I got the funny papers today. It’s a good day. David is working overtime, trying to fix things that have broken around the house, and trying to help me at the same time. We need rain so very badly and everything is dry and dying here. Some sprinkler heads broke, so he’s trying to fix those.
I’ve been sleeping most of the day and my heart rate dips down into the 30s quite often. I am very lethargic. I come back from making a bathroom run just huffing and puffing. I reckon it’ll get better as the days pass. I have tests at the hospital tomorrow. All morning. They will last from 8 AM till noon, I think. I will have David drop me off and then pick me up again. There is no reason for him to sit there for four or five hours. We will have to leave home by 7:30 AM, at the latest. Bone scan, CT scan of chest, abdomen, and pelvis, then another bone scan. It’ll be fun. I just can’t wait to have another IV. They are such fun. I think I’ll even shave my legs for this.
Well, I tried my new exercise program today. I got the toenail clippers out, took a deep breath, and began. I only had nine to clip, because the doctor took one off at my last visit, so that made it easier. I’m here to tell you that this is a very time-consuming exercise program and promotes deep breathing. I would rise up between cuts, suck air, and go back down again. Four or five of them escaped, so after I was done, I had to go on a search and rescue mission to find them before David steps on them. It wasn’t very successful, so I’ll mention he might want to get out the vacuum cleaner and hit that spot. I accomplished my task and I’m hoping they grow back very, very slowly. The good news is, I did not pass out. Besides making bathroom runs, that’s all the exercise I intend to do today. I am plum wore out.
One of my clots is in a large artery and making a train wreck out of my breathing. The smaller ones are annoying, but they don’t hurt like the big one does. I sure hope it starts to go away pretty soon and I can get my life back. Our house is not set up for a wheelchair, and it’s difficult to get around. Especially in my kitchen. I have an island and there’s barely room for the wheelchair between the cabinets. I cannot go all the way around, and I cannot get into the refrigerator. It’s a good thing I don’t have much of an appetite.
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