Saturday, November 18, 2006

An Interesting Week?

 
I would like to make an interesting entry about almost anything, but it's been a long, slow week. And practically nothing has happened. Again, this is not a complaint. Life is what it is. Sharon, my aide comes in for two hours three days a week. she helps me shower, does a bit of light housework, visit for a while, then is gone.
 
A nurse drops by once or twice a week to take my BP, listen to my lungs and heart, and change my bandage, for I have developed a "chair sore" on my coccyx. I would sit less, but my downstairs is basically four rooms, and that is my world at the moment. I'd go out for a walk, but it's difficult to use my walker left handed. And getting it down the porch steps, let alone back up, is problamatic.
 
Of course, I did have a couple of exciting moments last night.  I got up, stood still briefly, assessed myself as not dizzy, took two steps into the hall, and quickly realized I was not only dizzy, but would never make it to a chair. [ I have chairs placed strategically throughout the house.] Knowing that my surgeon has forbidden me to fall, lest I undo all his brilliant work, I had a true moment of panic. Then, in a second of brilliance, I threw myself against the wall, back first.
 
I slid down the wall rather too fast and landed hard on my no longer ample rear end, irritating my "chair sore" no end (pun intended). I sat there a while, wondering how on earth I was going to get up. Then I gathered myself together, scooted across the floor to the phone, and called 911 for lifting help, for I could not for the life of me figure out how to get up without using my right shoulder.
 
Neither could the two firefighters who soon arrived. They usually lift people by the shoulders, and were rather surprised at my vehemence when I declined that option. They brainstormed ineffectually until I turned over onto my knees. One grabbed my left shoulder, the other grabbed me around the waist and both hauled up. A lovely, graceful moment, one of so many in my recent life. I did thank them profusely, though I had come way too close to screaming in pain.
 
Then I had to report the fall to Meg, who somehow managed to elicit a promise from me to tell her whenever I have to call 911. Luckily, it was very late and she has to get up at 3:15 AM, so I could leave a reassuring message on her machine. Of course she did call me back at 4:45 AM, just before she left for work, to make sure I really was okay. Glad that is over, at least for now. Eventually she'll use all this as ammo for putting me in some old folks home by the time I'm 60! [NOT] :)
 
That's what has been happening in my life; remind me not to complain when life gets busy again. I get giddy thinking about the freedom of driving again! Soon I'll be able to run my own errands, do my on shopping, escape from these four small rooms! Only another week or two, to live through. Then I can complain about being tired all the time again. :)
 
Blessings, Margo
 
 

4 comments:

lisa41076 said...

Margo, Keeping you in my prayers and sending hugs, glad you will have your freedom back soon, Hugs Lisa

purplehazebarn said...

Aw, don't you let them think about putting you in an olf folks home by the time you are 60!  At the age of 73, I bought a two unit house to share with a friend, and having a great time--even if my family does think I am crazy!  Get yourself better, and you will be doing great!   LaVern

dbaumgartner said...

One step at a time and you'll be out the door and having a great time before you know it.  The warrior woman will not sit still for an "Old Folks Home."  

Hugs my friend,

Deb

luvmort said...

I so wish you and I lived closer!  

I think it's time you used that left hand/arm AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE so you can learn to use it properly and strengthen it to help you when these situations arise!

Oh!  I wish I could help!