December 21st, 2009
The Physiotherapist was off again today, so another day without taking even one step. Sigh. I have my NMES machine here too and I really hope she is willing to work with me on that. I sit here or lie here all bloody day and I sort of think stimulating my muscles with that would be a GOOD thing for me. It pisses me off that the PT’s I’ve talked to can’t be bothered. Le sigh.
Tom never made it to the dining room today. He was in bed not feeling well. Turns out he not only falls a lot, but he has cancer that is spreading. That’s lovely. I do have a new tablemate that arrived today, however. Now I’m not the only girl. She is 93 year old Amy, a cute Japanese woman who brings her own chopsticks to the table and eats everything with them, “except soup”. She has TEN kids. Also? For meds? She currently just takes Tylenol for her pain (from the fall that brought her here). So if you want to know the secret to making it to a coherant, still walking and talking 93, eat a lot of Japanese food, drink a lot of tea, and stay off the pharmaceauticals. The people I have met in these care centres over the years that are in the WORST health/shape are the ones who are given a handful of pills at each meal. The over-90 ones that are in pretty damn good health considering, take very few meds, if any. Hm. I really want to get off sleeping pills but I don’t know how to fall asleep WITHOUT THEM! Oprah, send me to rehab with all your prescription pill popping suburban moms, please.
Speaking of Oprah, my friend Shawna came to visit me today and gave me Oprah’s “Dream Big” book for Christmas! AND she brought me a ton of her yummy gluten-free Christmas baking. I just asked the NA to open the very tight tin for me. She had to take it out of the room and I heard her banging on it with a knife LOL Buried treasure. Man, is this ever good! And I still have the British chocolate Melanie brought me, too (minus one small Green & Black’s bar). Portion control.
My mom and Bob are bringing me my power wheelchair on Wednesday! I can’t wait! I’ll be able to boot around here and shop in the store, get my hair cut, visit the greenhouse, and all sorts of stuff. It’s almost impossible for me to get myself even to the dining room if I can’t push myself backwards. My left arm is SORE!
So, it’s time to rest it. See you tomorrow!
P.S. Good Lord do I ever miss my cats.