I've had a couple of days that have felt like a backslide. It's been a lack of energy and increased pain. It is discouraging but not surprising. I'm impatient, all I want is for this fusion to work so a bad couple of days make it hard to deal with. I start to wonder if there is a fluid build up or have I done something to cause it; then Barry reminds me that it has been only three weeks since I had the surgery. I have to remember how much they did and how slow recovery can be.
I don't need to look too far to see an example of that; my roommate just left the hospital on Friday and is in rehab now. She had her surgery two days after mine. I have a lot to be grateful for.
My roommate, Beverly and I talk or text every couple of days. I also got the nicest, most unexpected call the other day. It was from Liz, the cleaning lady on 5A at Toronto Western. She was thinking of me and wanted to see how I was doing. She asked Beverly for my number. Very nice people, both of them and it shows everything has a silver lining.
Having my sister in the kitchen has been a great relief to Barry. He manages well with cooking but doesn't like it much, and loves to have a Dwyer sister cooking whenever he can. All of us love to cook so that usually works out. I have no stamina for it now but hopefully it comes back.
Yesterday I had walked my usual short walk to the park and last night we decided to walk down to the dock to show Val our boat and watch the sun set. It was beautiful. It was also an example of how taxing walking is for me right now. We got home put on a movie and I was asleep within five minutes. It was 8pm. I slept though the movie and went to bed and slept until almost 9 am this morning. Little by little I can feel a difference in what I can do but it always takes its toll on me. I tire easily and don't often finish what I start.
If I didn't have the help I have, I would need to be in rehab now, because there is little I can do for myself. Time and patience is needed to see this through, bad days will come and go and will be long forgotten when this is all said and done.
I don't need to look too far to see an example of that; my roommate just left the hospital on Friday and is in rehab now. She had her surgery two days after mine. I have a lot to be grateful for.
My roommate, Beverly and I talk or text every couple of days. I also got the nicest, most unexpected call the other day. It was from Liz, the cleaning lady on 5A at Toronto Western. She was thinking of me and wanted to see how I was doing. She asked Beverly for my number. Very nice people, both of them and it shows everything has a silver lining.
Having my sister in the kitchen has been a great relief to Barry. He manages well with cooking but doesn't like it much, and loves to have a Dwyer sister cooking whenever he can. All of us love to cook so that usually works out. I have no stamina for it now but hopefully it comes back.
Yesterday I had walked my usual short walk to the park and last night we decided to walk down to the dock to show Val our boat and watch the sun set. It was beautiful. It was also an example of how taxing walking is for me right now. We got home put on a movie and I was asleep within five minutes. It was 8pm. I slept though the movie and went to bed and slept until almost 9 am this morning. Little by little I can feel a difference in what I can do but it always takes its toll on me. I tire easily and don't often finish what I start.
If I didn't have the help I have, I would need to be in rehab now, because there is little I can do for myself. Time and patience is needed to see this through, bad days will come and go and will be long forgotten when this is all said and done.
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