This also marks the end of the eighth week since my
surgery.
My sleep was not quite as good as last night because
Edna had some issues and the nurses were in and out several times. None the
less, I was reasonably well rested being able to sleep on my side finally.
Cat is back was back as my day nurse again so I
knew I’d be well looked after under the assumption that my big move would not
likely come today.
Jayne, the charge nurse for the floor came into
see me about a minor thing but ended up talking quite a bit longer. Basically,
she is extremely unhappy with my progress but not because of me but the
slowness of my treatment. She thinks that they should have weaned me off the
overhead lift at least a week ago and I agree. She also felt that the physios
should have me up walking at least twice a day and considering that there are
very few elective surgery patients on the floor at this time of year and mostly
long term elderly patients there is no reason not to treat someone that could benefit
from it and get him up and going quicker.
Edna’s daughter, Carol, is almost as bad an
influence on me as her husband. Edna’s financial advisors sent her a very large
assortment from Cookies by George and Carol made sure I acquired a couple. Me
like cookie!!
Bryan stopped by before lunch just because he was
in town. What a good kid! :-)
Adrienne, the physio came in and wanted to know if
I was up to doing some walking. Well,
the answer to that was obvious. They got everything set up by adjusting the bed
and the walker and then we were in business. I surprised everyone by walking a
lot further than they expected; at least three times longer than I did
yesterday and I’m sure I could have gone further. Besides the fact that they
are obviously going to slow with regard there is a time constraint on the
physios. We also had another project to work on; the wheelchair transfer.
This is something that I had been mapping out in
my mind for the last couple of days now that I could sit in the chair. Having
worked in the wheelchair business I knew the basic mechanics of wheelchair
transfers and had done it many times for demonstration purposes. Adrianne and I
went over what we were going to do while we waited for Cat so she was aware of
what we were doing and how I was getting back into bed. Our timing was great
because one of the physios, Leanne, arrived from the fifth floor to find out
how I transferred. Apparently they don’t have overhead lifts on the fifth
floor. As a precaution Adrienne kept the sling in the chair in case we couldn’t
get back manually. I made it no problem so we decided to try the reverse. I did
it again on my own although it was pretty. Imagine a drunken walrus flopping
onto a rock. Hey, I wasn’t auditioning for Swan Lake. So once again, I had to
get back to the chair and managed fine.
Adrienne did something that so reminded me of BJ.
Every time Barb would come over to my apartment, the first she would was run to
the kitchen and grab a pitcher of water and perform emergency resuscitation on
my plants. Adrienne took one look at my poinsettia on my table and rushed it
over to the sink. Gardening indoors or outdoors has never been my forte.
One thing I am beginning to realize is that the
longer one is laid up in bed the worse their concentration and short term
memory gets. This evening I could not remember if I had my meds with my dinner,
I hit the call button and asked Cat if she had brought them already and she
said she had. I do remember us discussing some issues regarding a couple of
them but I cannot remember taking them. Cat says it is on the chart so I guess
maybe I took them. And before anyone says anything, I will point out that none
of the drugs involved are any of the fun ones so that’s not the reason. And for
that matter, none of my meds excluding my sleeping pill are in the fun category
any way.
I had asked the Crown Prince to move Clarabelle
out of the carport into another space to provide room for a friend’s daughter
to park in while she’s in class at Capilano University. He called me back and
told me she wouldn’t start. I found this puzzling because Pam had emailed last
week to tell me that Dennis had been starting her up weekly and she was purring
like a kitten. I called Pam and she said she’d get Dennis to double check and
sure enough she wouldn’t turn over. He would have tried jumpstarting but he
couldn’t find the battery. This is not a surprise because it’s hidden under the
floor board on the passenger side. Dennis will try again tomorrow. I hope she’s
okay.
While doing my leg exercises tonight, I realized
that I could still see the tan lines caused by my flip flops. God has a sick
sense of humour.
With compliments of Edna and her co-conspirators I
enjoyed another Cookie by George and my orange and with the aid of my little
blue pill, I drifted off to la la land.
To be continued...
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