I’m doing my best to slow down, but I really got behind by being out three days at the start of the month. I have to get a grip and not make things worst by doing too much, too soon.
]]>Take it easy if you can. Though, you are a lot like I am… so not much chance of that! 😉 😀
Be well my friend.
]]>As a matter of fact there were questions in the ambulance about foreign travel and everyone wore gloves and masks on the first day. I didn’t blame them or resent their attitude. Not everyone wore masks after that, but they were very careful about the gloves. They also used the hand sanitizer before putting on the gloves and after taking them off.
April has not been a good month.
]]>Seriously, I can only imagine what you must have felt. To be so sick and then get home to such sad news. That’s a lot to get over. Physical health is affected for good or for ill by your mental state, and you’ve had a hell of a year (or more).
I know it’s trite to say, but take it easy and be good to yourself.
]]>I’m slowly getting better, and able to do more, but it is going to be a long time to get back to where I was a week ago.
]]>Sending lots of good thoughts your way, and to the feline family as well.
]]>I see you’ve put up a post saying you’re home, but I’ve already written this post here…
]]>The food wasn’t terrible, and the people were nice. I had some nursing students working on my floor, and I was apparently the only one on the floor that didn’t object. The second student gave me two shots (flu and pneumonia) that I requested, and I almost didn’t feel them. I’m surprised she could do it with two RNs (her professor and the RN assigned to me) watching like hawks. I couldn’t leave until it had been done, so I didn’t care if it felt like “a scratch, a flesh wound of no import” – I wanted out.
The more time I spent in the hospital, the more time the cats would have had to select something else to be a ‘litter box’.
Once they started pumping me full of steroids and antibiotics dealing with the reason I called 911, I bounced back, but the effects of forced inactivity are harder to deal with. I felt much worse, longer with the lingering bad cold I had several months ago. I won’t go into details because they would gross people out, but it was absolutely necessary to go to a hospital and they put me in a private room. I realized what they may have been thinking the problem was after they starting asking questions.
Everything takes longer the older you get.
]]>For all the days of my working life in which I wished I could simply stay in bed and sleep the day away, when that finally became the only option, I hated it. I hope you have someone bringing you an endless supply of good books, and that you are in a hospital with Wi-Fi available to patients. I was confined to emailing tiny blog posts from my cell phone, posts limited to the size of text messages, and reading any responses once a week when I was taken to the patient rec room; obviously, you’ve managed better than that.
I don’t know about you, but those damned “stockings” made a buzzing noise that literally awakened me from a sound sleep.
I haven’t stopped by your site in over a week because of the dog-awful cold Stella brought me from her workplace. I hope you’re home and well sooner than that!
Get healthy in a hurry, old friend!
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