Sore

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.

Taking a breakDS1 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.

8 Responses to Sore

  1. Alice Fontana August 2, 2016 at 11:57 pm #

    Oh my, Tommie….. as if things weren’t bad enough for you already! Apparently you were able to get up on your own and that’s good. It could have been so much worse. I’ll be adding a VERY sore arm to my prayers.

    Since you’re not able to be very active, have you been keeping “entertained” by the crazy news? Every day gets a little bit more ridiculous!

    • Tommie August 3, 2016 at 10:06 am #

      Well, Alice, I didn’t have to get up because I didn’t wind up on the floor. This morning, I’m sore all the way from my arm and shoulder down my right side to my hip. Thank goodness, I can still walk.

      The news is like reporting from a circus. It just keeps getting more and more outrageous.

  2. Mary Jane Graves August 3, 2016 at 6:36 am #

    Oh, no!! Falling is very bad for your health, and trying to break a fall with your hands is really bad! I have a permanently crippled right hand to testify to that. Seriously, I’m sorry you are so sore and hurting, but thankful you didn’t break any bones.

    • Tommie August 3, 2016 at 10:01 am #

      You should know! And you should know it’s instinct to try to break the fall. If I hadn’t, I would have hit my head on the tub and that might have ended it all. I guess I’m not “there” yet.

  3. Betty August 3, 2016 at 9:07 am #

    Dear Miss Tommie: This is Betty, from UR cyber family. Have a couple suggestions. Please, understand my pulmonary situation is not as dire as yours, but have found a couple things that do help me, somewhat. NUMBER 1- GRAPE JUICE. It is a natural broncho-dialator that truly does help. The degree of help is individual. The other one is: Magnesium. Yes, it does not only work for breathing, but also for sleeping. Lots of benefits from it, other than the milk of magnesium sort. I use zinc, magnesium, and calcium tabs, as well as an additional zinc and magnesium. Those have truly helped me to keep my inhaler and nebulizer treatments to a minimum.

    Pray for you, after your near fall. May God reach out and touch you with His Almighty Hand.

    AND, if not better by Friday, maybe a dr.’s appointment? Having worked, in hospital for a great many years, please, do not put this off, if you do not improve. Bossy Betty says so.

    Thank you, Miss Tommie for all your wonderful words. When I hear new and/or beautiful music, you are always there, in my thoughts. YouTube has a wonderful group called 16 Men. The sing Lost in the Night, as well as everything they do is Christian and quality. Lost in the Night is my fave.

    • Tommie August 3, 2016 at 9:59 am #

      Thanks for the suggestions, Betty. I do have some grape juice in the pantry. The fibrosis has scarred my lungs to the point that there’s not much left to dilate. Inhalers don’t help and my nebulizer is something I use only when I’m congested.

      Just as I suspected, my muscles are more tender today than yesterday. I dreamed, after the near-spill, that my DOCTOR came to see ME. 🙂 The only thing he could do is send me for x-rays and I already know that nothing is broken.

      I’ll have to check out 16 Men. My son sang with a male chorus for years and now he sings with another one so that type music is near and dear to my heart.

  4. Betty August 10, 2016 at 9:19 am #

    Good morning, Miss Tommie. How your common sense approach to all the drawbacks in your life, impress me. That is not your goal, I know, but like my Dad, who never preached at us kids, he lived his life and let us watch and learn. This is also much like you. Have brought you into my communion time, no last names, or anything, but my brothers are prayer warriors and we are all in praying, in agreement, that God can do anything and His will be done.

    Your Catz are the most blessed animals! My daughter gave me her American Staffordshire Terrier and she is the most wonderful dog I have ever had. She is stubborn, like her owner. I say it’s because of the Norwegian, in her… the most stubborn and onery people I ever worked with or knew. That is my girl. The animals bring you such real joy.

    Just wanted to say hello and have a blessed day, in Jesus’ name.

    • Tommie August 10, 2016 at 9:58 pm #

      I don’t know if it’s common sense or ignorance, Betty. My mother always quoted the adage, “Ignorance is bliss.” Maybe I’m blissful. Thank you for including me with your brothers. I have been breathing somewhat better today.

      The Catz are a blessing. Feeding them and petting them adds something bright to my otherwise dreary day. Cuz said she’d planned to move them to the other place but I’d already gone and fallen in love. She didn’t have the heart to take them away. I’m glad you have a good dog, stubbornness and all!

      Thanks for stopping by! Blessings on you and yours!

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