Friday, January 28, 2011

Good Days, Bad Days (You know I've had my share)

I've been listening to plenty of Led Zeppelin lately.  Not sure why.

Just so everyone knows, this is a bad day (actually, several bad days).  I am tired all the time, but can't sleep and I am in pain.  Nights are the worst.

I  have been so busy working on the physical therapy aspect of my recovery that I forgot I have a chronic illness that I know almost nothing of, especially how it manifests itself  after the initial symptoms abate. 

So I am taking it to the Internet:

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Luxury Problems

I feel bad about something I said in my previous post-about being tired of being grateful.  That is not quite what I wanted to say; I am aware that everything I have needed, and many things that I have wanted, have been provided to me when I have needed it.

To our friends, family and complete strangers who have treated us with generosity like I have never experienced, or thought I would experience, you will always hold a dear place in me.  None of you have ever asked for anything, not even gas money.

I feel like I have received a miracle, "God's Footprint," so to speak.  And sometimes, I don't feel worthy of it.

And sometimes, like today, I have say that if I could have chosen, I would have chosen to stay in my old life.

Continuity of Care

Monday, January 17, 2011 09:04:24 PM

We made it to church yesterday.  I kept falling asleep; at one point Adrienne woke me up because I began to snore...

I haven't been writing much lately, not because I haven't anything to say, but because I have been too busy sleeping my life away. No matter how much sleep I get, it isn't enough. After church, I ate lunch then took a five hour nap. Then came dinner and off to bed I went.

I don't know what makes a good or bad physical or occupational therapist, but I always felt I had competent, if not excellent ones and I was fortunate to have them. And there have been plenty.  I had both kinds of therapists at University Hospital, a plethora of therapists at the Drake Center, and then throughout the summer, a succession of physical and occupational therapists came to my house.  I have had fifteen different therapists.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011