Friday, February 27, 2009

Amazing and Unhappy

If you use Facebook you've probably seen this. (Warning: This was a moment of insight for comedian Louis CK. The other stuff I've seen of his on Youtube is really tasteless.)

Pain and judgment

Tomorrow I hope to drive my car. Sunday I hope to drive to church and then to a school staff "Christmas party" (It's never too late!) But all these hopes are in the air because yesterday I went to Social Services to apply for food stamps and the simple experience of waiting around for a few hours wore me out. I got home at noon and was shot for the day. My wrist was on a pain level of 7/10.

Today I'm feeling much better because I learned a lesson (yet again) that pain pills are meant to be taken early and more often than I would like. My current pain meds are Ultram and Naproxin ... not narcotic or mood altering. The main reason I avoid them is because I'd rather not spend money on them. But too much pain makes me unproductive which is ultimately more expensive.

I also have trouble judging how much activity is good. Even in physical therapy I tend to get over-enthused and pay for it. On the other hand, since I've come home I don't have the good exercise regimen I had at the nursing home. So I'm afraid I might be UNDER doing some activity. Of course from day to day my stamina and strength changes, so I can't beat myself up for lack of judgment.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

First outing


Yesterday I went shopping and got out for the first time since Dec.6 (except for Dr. visits via ambulance). My son took me car shopping and I'm very glad he came with me because then the car salesman pitched to him instead of me. I'm very happy with what he picked and sure hope the insurance settlement goes a way toward paying it.
We had Burger King for lunch and went to a very nice sushi place for supper (to make my grandson happy) and then grocery shopping. When I got the velcro boot off at home, my ankle was HUGE, but it got back to normal this morning.


My neighbor brought over the blackberry cobbler I asked her to cook in her oven. MMMMM And this morning Writer's Digest had a wonderful poem by Gary Snyder about how blackberries grow in old logging skidder roads - this evoked very vivid childhood memories for me.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

How old am I?

I was telling a friend about David Foster Wallace and she said "Was he middle-aged?" (when he died). I said "Oh, no. He was MY age!" Which made my friend laugh and say "YOU are middle aged." I was shocked at the thought.
Then later I was telling the story to my son and he said "Mom, you're not middle aged, I'M middle aged."

Monday, February 16, 2009

Not so overwhelmed at home

How nice to have a next door neighbor who was willing to bring me a glass of water after I'd taken off my velcro boot to go to bed! It makes me feel a lot less helpless when I am able to accept help from other people. And I've got lots of people who are helpful. With and without help I got a few chores done and don't feel so overwhelmed today.

PS To quote Lena
Thank goodness for unsecured wireless networks!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Overwhelmed at home

There is a very big jump from skilled nursing care and being alone at home. I was definitely ready to leave the nursing home and was the most independent patient there, but I'm feeling very inadequate at home alone. It's hard to find a place to begin sorting things out and hard to decide how to schedule my day. Every little thing is a big deal.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Outta Here

I'll be leaving the nursing home this Saturday afternoon!
I've been practicing walking with a walker and climbing stairs with a cane. Kind friends from church came and cleaned my apartment and have stocked my kitchen!
I don't know when I'll be online. I have to reconnect my cable connection. I'll be out of work for at least two more weeks. So much to do!!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

It won't be long now

I went to the doctor yesterday and got permission to use full weight on the boot. Today I climbed and descended on 6 steps. Now I'm trying to figure out how to stay here until Saturday and then be able to leave on that day. That way my son will be available for transportation.

Two folks from church have already cleaned my apartment. So I won't have to face the rotten winter squash that was on the top of the fridge.

The hosptial is mailing me a disk with all my x rays. I'll post them as soon as I can.

I'm hoping to rent a wheelchair for work, and a walker for home. The big chore ahead is shopping for a car.

I still have not mastered the art of patience, but I certainly have had lots of instruction. Since patience is a GIFT of the Spirit I guess I'll have to have patience about receiving it.

I found a really neat selection on secular spirituality in this month's Christianity today

...readers and viewers, often young and outside the church, fashion personal spiriual systems from individual experience and elements of mythic popular culture. Seekers, then, get some answers and taste of transcendence without the moral accountability or costly interpersonal committments of church. But they also forfeit significant checks on the reasonableness of their beliefs, a worthy object of worship, authentic spiritual community, and, most importantly, any ultimately redeptive message or means.
-James Harrick "Sci-fi's Brave New World"

Thursday, February 5, 2009

events

Folks of my church community are in prayer for a family that's having a hard time. There seems to be one medical emergency after another in the two generations. Yesterday the mother in the second generation was hit by a car and has suffered some serious injury.

My room telephone number has been changed ... it is now 410-341-5527. I was pretty steamed about the change, but I got over it.

Then I got steamed that my roommate had gotten into my stuff while I was out for therapy. I went to our section office and said that third time was enough for me and that I did not wish to be in her room. Because there is painting etc. going on, they couldn't move her tonight, but they will SOON. Meanwhile, my roommates' wheel chair is posted outside of the nurses's station where they can keep an eye on her.

Connie came and brought a pickle which I scarfed without even savoring it. I was too agitated. After conversation we prayed for Tracy and I felt a little more centered.

My cribbage buddy is going to the hospital for chemo this weekend, so maybe I'll read up on cribbage via Wikipoedia and impress him when he gets back.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Not pinochle


I'm learning cribbage. I was excited because I thought my dad described how my great grandmother played cribbage with my grandfather. Now that I'm on the computer, I looked up Dad's memoirs on my website and now I see that it was pinochle, not cribbage. I guess I'll learn pinochle too.
My roommate and I are in a new room down at the end of the hall. We were moved because there is wallpapering and painting going on. I think we'll have it quieter and there is a little more space.
My regular therapist is back and laid down the law. Back to doctor's orders. No walking.

Monday, February 2, 2009

to sleep, perchance to dream

I'm sleep deprived. Last night my roommate was into "riding" her bed for twenty minute stretches. By that I mean she was using the electric bed raising/lowering controls. I tried to nap yesterday afternoon and I was wakened to report on how many bowel movements I had during that shift.

But here is piece of good news: I was actually WALKING today. I had a different therapist and I told her I didn't want to hop with the walker and she asked me if I could walk woth the walker and I did! I think I'll have no trouble with the stairs, once I get rid of this boot. (picture is on the wrong leg, btw)