I am definitely sleeping better with the
combination of a much quieter room and being able to sleep on my side with my
legs curled up a bit.
Layla is back again today and that’s a good thing.
Looking at myself in the mirror while shaving, I
have come to the conclusion that I’m in dire need of a haircut as well as a
pedicure. My eyebrows desperately need clipping; I’m beginning to look a lot
like Andy Rooney. I’d also swear that the hair on my legs is getting longer and
thicker. A spa day may need to be in order. And I think I’ve even earned a
facial after all this.
Doing some statistical analysis, I have figured
out that my followers are almost as pathetic as me when it comes to night life.
It seems that the highest page visits during the week are on Saturday.
Interesting though, the lowest day seems to be Friday. I will respect all of
you more if you tell that you partied so hard Friday nights you are too
hung-over to do it all again Saturday night.
I almost made a terrible fashion faux pas today
and I have to at least partially Layla. They were out of larger sized gowns
when I washed up this morning. The horror! The horror! I would be wearing the
same outfit two days in a row. People will think I slept in my Saturday night
clothes. Luckily, Layla was able to find a new one before company arrived.
My company was my good friends, Scott and
Lorraine. They came by this afternoon bearing more goodies! Muffins! They took
me downstairs again to the cafeteria for a cappuccino. We had a great visit,
yakking about everything.
I’m sure glad Layla was around to supervise my
wheelchair transfers today over a less confident nurse or one who is more
by-the-book who probably would have freaked out because to and from the bed at
one point I was full weight bearing on my right foot without braces. This is
supposed to be a no-no. Layla alos made sure I was upgraded on my chart to
“Stand-by” as opposed to “one person assist” on my transfers. This means the
nurse or physio is just there to supervise my swan-like bed hopping. At one
point, I was rated as “four person assist” with the overhead lift.
I have come to the conclusion that the bed scale
is totally effed up. Layla weighed me again and it had me down 36 kilos from
the maximum reading and 31 down from the figure last week. I could only wish.
Layla and I had both forgotten to check my blood
sugar before breakfast so we thought we would do it before dinner. When she
came in to do it, I spoke loudly “If the reading is way off, blame Edna and
daughter. It’s their fault!” I was actually referring to Carol who kept
bringing me over the Cookies by George but her other daughter, Janet was here
at the time and totally out of the loop on the joke but had a good laugh when
she realized what was going on. The reading happened to be 4.9. So Layla exclaimed “Quick get Dennis another cookie!”
Dinner came and because I missed the dinner fairy,
I got roast beef. I hadn’t had beef that tender since Panama last February. In
other words, I could just as well be chewing on my flip flops. I had to saw
through it rather than just cut it. Poor Edna, with her broken wing, she would
have had no luck at all even with her daughter helping. They ended up just giving
up. The calories I burned up just cutting and chewing earned me a muffin.
Once again I must reiterate that semi-private is
truly an oxymoron. Nothing is really confidential in this room. I hear
everything that goes on with Edna and the converse is the same. I am lucky that
she has such a friendly family but they have to stop tempting me with all those
cookies and beer. And turns out that Edna’s granddaughter, Kim’s aunt is my
friend and co-worker, Trish. Another small world moment.
*Lorraine’s going to haunt me again for that link*
;-)
Finished off one of my berry muffins and hit the
sack.
To be continued...
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