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 My blog was filled up. I'm too lazy to clean it out. So I started a new one. |
| Today I wanted to celebrate. My pulse was 41! The only time I felt a little off balance was when I tossed some clean wet sweat pants over the shower rod to dry. I stumbled backwards into the bathroom sink. I decided it was time to change out of house slippers into real shoes. I had on compression socks and was otherwise dressed: I had just balked at shoes. The only reason I had this incident was that my laundry room is downstairs where I can't go. A family member had washed a load of casual clothes, but didn't have time to run the dryer. I said I need clean clothes. "Bring them up here and I will hang them." I can only blame myself and be thankful I went backwards at the correct angle. Another plus for recovery time is that no one cares how you look. Wrinkled, super casual. All okay as long as they're not stained or smelly. I can remember wearing nice clothes to the doctor's office, but no one seems to do that any longer. I think I will eventually stop griping. Either things will get better or I will learn to live with them as they are. |
| I am moving around one floor of my house as I feel like it. Slow to be sure. My blood pressure is low. My pulse is in the 30's. I am trying to be low sodium, but some friends have brought me food out of the kindness of their hearts, with no regard to sodium. My taste buds are altering and I cant stand salty food any more. They were told in advance, but I guess most people don't know how to think low or no salt. My doctor has warned me about standing or sitting too fast and getting swimmy headed. I can't drive for another week, but I don't want to unless my vitals get better. There's no leaking inside my heart which is crucial to this whole ordeal. It will be a while before I start to feel normal they tell me. Maybe by summer, I'll have renewed energy. One can hope. Meanwhile I have excuses for prolonged rerun watching, crosswords, etc. I can't bend to pick up things I drop, so I have an excuse to have a messy house for a week or so. I'm too spaced out to read. Provided healing does happen, the day of reckoning will happen. |
| I only missed four days, but it feels like much longer. I was in tremendous pain, had some uncontrollable bleeding issues and am just plain exhausted. My blood pressure got creepy low, my body temp didn't register, and my pulse was 38 I had to wonder if I was on the way out. They told me, it was dehydration, losing so much blood, and not eating for two days. They adjusted some medications to try to offset some problems. Being glued to a bed for days didn't help. I am going to try to have a positive focus and follow instructions- No unnecessary bending from the waist, no step climbing for two weeks, no lifting, no vacuuming, no lifting wet laundry. I have to time some inside walking and increase a few minutes each day. I don't have as much enthusiasm afterwards as I did before, but I am hopeful that will change as I get stronger. |
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These days I just have houseplants and one lonely portulaca that came up by seed and has bloomed this past week. I've been "home" for three months and the plants have responded well. But, I long for Thailand.