I've been battling with the horrifying thought of going home after only one month post-amputation. I'm not strong enough yet and my apartment is horrid. I can't even get into the bathroom with my power chair. But, they are determined to send me home ---- no matter what! The end of February and I am on my way. Home. Sweet, yet bittersweet.
The Visiting Nurse came a day late to visit me. I don't think she likes me. She is very critical of my transfers from one surface to…Continue
The holidays have come and gone. It is fast approaching the end of January and my next visit to the wound clinic. I have a deep sense of dread in my guts.
My left foot is much worse. The right foot has healed. But now they want to put me in the hospital again. I am in severe danger of losing a foot!
My my sweet Jesus! It's going to happen one way or another! I have four choices. One is to go home and do nothing and let the infection run it's course and…Continue