Oops! There's a problem with inconsistant blogging ... you forget to add clarifying details.
Just a week or so after my post-rehab hospitalization, the doctors finally got around to wanting to remove the port in my chest wall to prevent infection. Went into a doctor's office and, after squirming around [on their part] about not wanting to remove it in the office, they finally did it. The doctor took some of that last blood for testing. Several days later, I get a call from the doctor…Continue
AUGUST 1, 2012
Day to go. I woke up feeling a little punky but not giving in to the bed. Everyone noticed my red eye but paid no attention to my complaints that I felt "off." Too bad. I was getting out and nobody was going to stop me. By the time it came for me to leave, I just jumped into the van and left everyone in the dust. I don't recall the trip to my apartment or going up to it or the moving men dropping off my stuff. I was sick with a fever in…Continue
I now have my supplies around me: my diet coke over perfectly formed ice cubes in a patriotic, light-up red-white-and-blue cup and straw. There is no excuse for me not to jump right in and bore y'all to death!!
My last blog left me still in a rehab facility desperately struggling to get out to some normal life. Normal around the "home" is just this side short of normal normal. Oh, they do have their routines to keep things on an even keel ... for them. The days had settled into their…Continue
Since my last update blog, life has not ceased to offer a dizzying array of "situations" that could drive a saint to distraction. And y'all know that I'm no angel!! So here goes....
This time, I made the decision to go to a rehab facility. I thought that I would solve a sticky problem with after-surgery care and rehab on the knee. HA! This one wasn't too too too bad but I still wouldn't want to repeat it. The biggest problem (and…Continue
Hey All! It's me calling ... Lois! It's been quite a while since I last posted because I have been very busy trying to settle into a new apartment after 18 months (or more) in a rehab/nursing facility. Take it from me, it's no elegant spa. Oh, I don't mind the rehab -- it's the rest of it all. Lazy aides, bad/cold food, lying administrators, boring childish activities and not the least of it -- that good ol' barn yard smell you catch while zooming down the hall to…Continue