There was a knock on the door at 10:45. It was my nurse friend. She looked surprised when I said, “You’re early!” She was going by Eastern time and I was going by Tommie Time. It was okay. I hadn’t showered yet so I was pretty ripe but she got close enough to shoot me, anyway. She said the bread I had given her was delicious. When she got it home, her DH wanted to get into it right away but she told him to wait until it thawed. After it had, she said he ate four slices before he stopped.
An email came from Inogen that my Rx came through and I should have the portable concentrator by Wednesday. I was to get a tracking number but it hasn’t come through yet.
Cuz was here to mow the lawns and she’d brought me peaches and a couple of green tomatoes. I brought them inside and fixed one of the peaches for my breakfast. It was so sweet, I didn’t need to put the first grain of sugar on it. I added some blueberries and it was so good! My next course was a piece of that delicious bread, toasted, with blackberry jam.
After I took my shower, I partially dried my hair and got dressed. By that time, I was worn out but I had to keep going.
A message came from my friend from church who was going to give me a ride today. Peaches were in. Did I want some? Cuz has been giving me beautiful ones so no.
Time came for her to be here but she wasn’t. I called Cuz and asked her to come switch me over to the oxygen tank. She came over but she was waiting for my ride before she did it. The minutes kept ticking off and there was no white car showing up in my driveway. I called her cell phone and, come to find out, she thought I was closer to town than I am. I told her where to turn and she finally got here after I’d called and left a message for the therapist that I’d be late.
She had a bag with her that she set on the table. I didn’t take time to see what it was. I was intent on getting gone. I was switched over and she walked me to the car.
When we got to the valley, it started pouring rain. She pulled up to the awning and got an umbrella to walk me in.
Getting my paperwork, I went out to the nurses’ station and that’s where I saw him. My PCP. One of my favorite people in the world. Before I got in the wheelchair to be wheeled back to the rehab room, he came and gave me a hug. It was so good to see him.
The therapist wanted to wheel me back so I’d save my energy for exercising. She put a heart monitor on me and took me in to introduce me to my machines for the day. The one on the left is similar to the arm exerciser and the other is to exercise both arms and legs.
I spent more time on both than people usually do on their first day. I told her it’s when I get up and start walking that I get really short of breath.
While I was exercising, we were talking about diet and how it impacts our health. She eats six meals a day and drinks a gallon of water. I’d have to live in the bathroom.
When my time was up, she took the monitor off and wheeled me back to the lobby where my friend was patiently waiting to bring me home.
She got me inside and told me the containers were stir-fry. She’s going to send me some “meatballs” on Wednesday.
I had to sit down and rest. I’d been coughing from the exertion and trying to deep breathe. By and by, I changed and heated up some of the rice and stir-fry from the huge containers. My appetite is so far gone, it smelled so good but I had to make myself eat it. There’s no way I’ll be able to finish it. Besides that, I was shaky to the point the food was bouncing off the fork and I had to hold the plate up to my mouth and shovel it in.
Being somewhat congested, I did a breathing treatment and that made me even shakier.
DS1 emailed and wanted to know how I am. Well…other than not being able to breathe…He asked if he could bring the phone when they come while DD is here. That’s over a month away. The alternative was to mail it but I couldn’t handle changing the sim card. As weak and shaky as I am, I’d probably ruin it. I did find out it will work with my purifier. He said this weekend is iffy and next, they’ll be out of town. Whatever.
It was okay that I tuned into the Democratic National Convention late. There was still a long parade of speakers and they were all very good. I especially enjoyed Paul Simon singing “Bridge Over Troubled Water”. Took me back…What struck me most was the difference between last week and this. Last week painted a picture of hate and fear while tonight was more about what the country can be if we unite. The star of the whole thing was Michelle Obama. Bernie did a good job of letting his supporters know he hadn’t forgotten them but they need to join him and rally behind Hillary.
Some of my Facebook friends are still steamed about the “rigged” system and how it did Bernie out of the nomination. Well, folks, I’m sorry. There were enough votes for Hillary to get her 2,205 pledged delegates. Bernie got 1,846. Now, I don’t know. Maybe it’s Common Core but I think 2,205 is a larger number than 1,846.
I’ve heard it said that people were “bullied” into voting for Hillary. In the caucuses, I think both sides probably did their share of coercing. The way it was done in Tennessee, a person, Democrat or Republican, went in, voted and left. No bullying. As for the super delegates, that number has been trimmed. I don’t know what it is now but it’s still a foregone conclusion that Hillary is the nominee. Sarah Silverman (originally a Bernie supporter) might have been a little on the extreme side when she told the Bernie or Bust people they were being ridiculous.
It’s much too late for me to be doing this so I’m going to let this be it and come back tomorrow night. May we all sleep well.