I’m having a hard time gathering my thoughts. I’ve taken a pain pill and I’m not used to such. The reason is because I’m hurting where I haven’t had reason to hurt before.
It goes back to very early this morning. I’d gone in the bathroom and turned around to sit down. Maybe I tripped. At any rate, I was on my way down to the floor when I broke my fall landing with both hands on the bathtub. My arms were pretty much straight and locked and most of the weight went on my right arm — the arm that has been giving me all sorts of grief for months now.
This morning, I couldn’t lift my right arm much at all without it’s being very painful. I’d pretty much wrenched many parts of my body so moving around has been more of a challenge than usual today. I’ve still be able to do what I have to do (eat, go to the bathroom and I fed the Catz their breakfast).
One of my friends from church called to see if I needed anything from Chattanooga. I told her no but really yes. She couldn’t help me. What I need is a battery for my watch but she didn’t have the watch with her.
My nurse friend came and gave me my B12 shot. She had brought her stethoscope and she listened to my lungs. She didn’t detect any sounds that would indicate fluid but said she heard some “squeaks” or wheezing. The chest area sounded clear but the back part is crackly. We talked about the untimely death of one of the former nurses at the hospital. I’d checked out his Facebook page and he’d been complaining of being eaten up with chiggers. He’d kept his sense of humor, though.
DS1 sent me several pictures today. In this one, he and my DIL are taking a break where she works as church secretary. He also sent a couple of pictures of a turtle he’d seen at the greenway when he was walking and some orchids at the church.
Cuz came on up in the afternoon. She’d offered to stay while I took a bath so I’d have help getting out if I needed it. I was going to take her up on it but I’m so sore, she would have had to help me in and, maybe, lift me out. She stripped the bed and washed the sheets, flipped and rotated the mattress and then put the sheets back on when they were dry (DUH!). She informed me I need another set so it was Amazon to the rescue. I need to get another mattress, too, but some days I don’t feel like I’ll live long enough to warrant it. This will be the first time ever I can remember that I’ll go to bed with clean bedding and a dirty body.
Conventional wisdom says that, sore as I am today, I’ll be more so tomorrow so I’m canceling rehab the rest of this week. By Monday, I should be back to normal, whatever that is.