Today, thanks to the steroids, I am back in the recliner, well-iced, and
feeling like I'm in paradise. I'm sitting in the sunshine with the door and
the window open, and it's almost like being out on the deck. I'm able to
walk around periodically, but still can't stand for long. I also can't sit,
which puzzles me because one would think that sitting would be the easiest
thing. Go figure. Before my relapse, I was able to ride around in the car
for as much as an hour and a half. Now I'm back to zilch.
Today I learned that it's a mistake to try to walk around right after taking pain meds. Not only do you topple over and scratch your nose, but you also anger your caretaker who works diligently every hour of every day to improve your condition and expects you to do the same and not to put yourself in peril. I'll have to get used to asking for more help. My fear is to become too demanding. It's a delicate balance because I'm beginninng fo feel more able to try to do things.
Today Dick went to visit Mother. I'm so glad - I want her to remember that she does have family out here somewhere. Hooray for Dick. He reports that he thinks she's beginning to suffer short term memory loss.
