...and on we go

The week of May 18 - 24, 2014

This is written starting on June 3, 2014.  I am getting caught up!


Thanks to the 'better' drugs the ER gave me, the days are starting to run together.  I am starting to move a bit better, although I still can't move all that well, and I still can't sit for any length of time, even with the back brace I got from the orthopaedic doctor, which is very hard to get used to.  I am so tired of laying in bed, but there is no other choice at this point.  I can't sit, so I must lay.  Period.  Super big sigh.

On Sunday afternoon, after Ron had gone to church and come back home, Corgan gathered up his stuff and we went to meet his parents at SaveALot - they were gonna walk through with us, just in case - and I DID IT!  I managed to walk through the store, well, back the first aisle, across by the meat, and up the last aisle, with Ron and Corgan going after things down the other aisles if I remembered something.  Josh and Chelle stayed right beside me the whole time.  Oh, God, it was hard, but I was so thankful I took a pain pill before we left the house!  It was the hardest just standing in the checkout line, I guess because I was just standing still and not really moving.  But, I did it!  I came home and took a nap. Hahahaha.

I call the doctor's office on Monday about the other problem that had come to mind, and on top of the stool softener, I now am to take a laxative every day, too.  Yippee!  More pills!
I have decided to MAKE myself get up every day and start trying to sit, with the back brace on, to try my damnedest to start getting back to 'normal' so I get up and get on the pute for a few minutes.  If I remember correctly, I made it about 10 minutes this first time.  When I got back to bed, I felt good that I had done it, but at the same time, I felt like such a failure.

On Tuesday, Ron took me to my TOPS meeting and I have lost more weight - another 3.8 pounds.  That's 14 pounds altogether.  Should I worry?  I decide not to - don't worry about what you can't control is what was pounded into my head after both the stroke and the heart attack.  So...

The week passes, and I eat good suppers all week.  Not just soup and stuff like that, but Ron is making real suppers again, and I am eating a plate of food.  Not all of it every time, but most of it most every night, and most of the time, I am hungry when he brings it in!  Still no results at the other end, though.  Still worried about that, no matter what they say.

On Friday, it's time for my MRI.  Chelle and Corgan come to take me for that.  Corgan because he will just stay with me afterward because it's Friday, even though sitting in a hospital isn't going to be that much fun for a 9 year old, but that's the way it goes sometimes.  He will enjoy being at Grandpa's on Friday night, and he'll be glad to be there!
We get over to the hospital, and (of course) I have to sit to sign in/register, which luckily doesn't take too long, and when I get back to x-ray, I can lay down on a bench seat until called.  They finally call me back and off I go.  Oh, my heavens - why do these tables HAVE to be so hard?  The technician is super nice, though, and it's done much sooner than I expect, and he shows us a shortcut way out of the hospital and we are outta there.
Ron and Corgan go fishing that evening, and we have fresh fish - catfish - for our supper.  Oh, it was so good!!   I think I"ll keep those fellers.

Even though it's now officially the Memorial Day weekend, we all know that we won't be doing anything - going to cemeteries or cookouts - like we usually do.  Just a normal weekend for us.  Without Rita at the helm, this ship floats with no direction.  (Hey, I like that!)