Posted tagged ‘being sick’

“It is the middle of December. The nights are longer, the weather is colder, winter comes.”

December 18, 2010

I have learned so much since the surgery I figured I’d share as none of my hard earned knowledge should ever go to waste. At first, as I was lying on the couch moaning periodically, I thought about a pamphlet or a novelette but decided my blog will have to do as the other choices seemed just too complicated. We’ll have to call this blog entry “If you find yourself, sick, disabled or otherwise incapacitated, read this.”

Just in case you’re handed a walker and sent on your way, I have a few walker helps and hints. A walker most decidedly has its advantages but getting around a house furnished for two feet makes it difficult. My walker has gotten caught on chairs, the legs of tables, a laundry bag, the butcher block and a couple of open doors. Right away I learned to close one arm of the walker so I could get around those spots. Of course, the directions tell you never to do that. I, always the rebel, did it anyway, and it worked and I was able to maneuver. A couple of times I had to wash some lounge pants as my laundry bag was filled. The walker was a great substitute for a clothes line. It also serves as an ottoman if the need rises. Right now, mine is a linen closet adjunct holding a quilt.

The worst part of being a bit disabled is getting to the bathroom. I wished I could plan my trips ahead of time. I figured an e-mail saying get up because in five minutes you’ll have to go to the bathroom wouldn’t take much and seems quite thoughtful. No, that never happens, and I ran though I don’t think using a walker can really be called running. A few times I breathed a sigh of relief at crossing the finish line just in time. Now, I stop at the bathroom on the way to the kitchen whether I need to or not. That’s my version of an e-mail.

Always have a straw which can be bent. The advantage is obvious. The disadvantages are wet and uncomfortable.

One of those grab things is a must. I used it constantly. It seemed everything I wanted was at the wrong end of the table or maybe I was. I’m not quite sure which. I used it to grab and slide stuff. Anything which fell on the floor would have stayed there without my grabber. Using it to tease people, though, is not a good idea.

Get into bed (the couch in my case) before the dog. Mine likes to be comfy and takes and arranges most of the covers in her quest. When I’m first in bed, she just has to make do.

Keep cookies handy. Sweets are one of the best remedies. I swear aches went away when I ate a star sugar cookie frosted in light purple, but I’m not sure the shape or color matters. It’s the magic of the cookie.

Today is the best day I’ve had so far. They started me on a new medication, and it seems to be working. I haven’t used my walker this morning and I’m still fine. Earlier, I was given a gift of wonder. I walked from the kitchen with my cup of coffee without dragging along my walker and no drops of coffee poker dotted the floor.

Last night I fell asleep really early with the TV, lights and computer on. I was even still wearing my glasses. I think it was a Hallmark movie which put me out. When I woke up it was a round 1 am. That was a long nap for me so I looked around for something to do. I chose a TV program with lots of blood and gore, grabbed a cup of coffee, took my pills and started a jigsaw puzzle. I was up for hours. It was almost light when I fell back to sleep. A phone call woke me around noon.

The pains are less, and I seldom yelp. I don’t seem to need the walker though I do limp a bit. I even went out on the deck a little while ago so I could do a weather report. It’s not so pretty a day, but I don’t care. I will appreciate all of today. I’m hoping for a parade later!

“I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.”

November 21, 2010

Sorry about the timing. I know late doesn’t quite cover it, but actually, I woke up early, used my walker to get to the kitchen to make coffee then the pain hit, and I altered my plans. I came back to the den, took a pain pill and went back to sleep. Gracie and Fern joined me. Two hours later I woke up and performed, for my own benefit, the opening dance sequence from West Side Story, finger clicks and all. Right now I’m working on I Feel Pretty (in my sweatshirt and slippers).

I do feel better each day, but postings will be a bit erratic depending upon how long it takes my body to adjust to being upright each morning. I miss my sisters dearly. They made me laugh a lot and we reminisced about growing up together. We also played a few games. They decided they liked me best in a pill induced fog when it came to word games.

My hard drive died the week before I had surgery, but I replaced right away. Luckily I lost only my bookmarks and address book. All my music and pictures are safe on an external back-up drive but have to be reloaded over the next few days so I have a task to keep myself busy. Yesterday my laptop stopped recharging its battery. I don’t know what’s wrong, but it can sit for a while.

My mother was always the best remedy when I was sick. She’d bring me pudding or ice cream or whatever she thought would make me feel better. I’d lie in bed and color or read, and she’d check on me, tuck in my covers and kiss my forehead to check for fever. She made me feel special. Having my two sisters here was almost like having two mothers; however, they did forget to check my forehead for fever. I guess I’ll just have to overlook it.