I saw this on someone's blog last week and decided to "borrow" it for myself. I haven't done any stitching, no quilting, and am barely functioning. I am back on antibiotics. Whatever is going on is still going on. I went to the doctor on Tuesday. She is not warm and fuzzy, but was willing to talk about Hospice and my constant battle to make it through the day. When I asked her if she had any experience with Hospice, she hesitated, then said yes, her son was on Hospice for two years. I cannot even begin to imagine how devastating it would be to loose a child. Once again, my life is not that bad.
I was somewhat surprised, her records show that I've only gained four pounds in the last year and a half. I am pretty sure that I lost 15 pounds after last year's appointment, but I didn't bring that up. My little secret. My blood pressure was back to normal and I only cried when we talked about my dad. All in all, not a bad appointment. I have definitely had worse. I must attract doctors without any bedside manner. When I was about four months pregnant with my son, I had managed to gain 20 pounds...the doctor told me that I had to walk thirty minutes a day, every day, and wrote "FAT" across my chart. Hmm, not warm and fuzzy....
I managed five days of exercise last week. Four walking days, one day on the stationery bike. I'm up to two miles on my walks, so doing okay. I feel better after I walk, just need to stay focused. I've signed up a walking buddy, so that helps, too.
My husband has started PT for his shoulder. He's still not able to change Dad, but is trying to feed him so I can use those thirty minutes to get our dinner ready. It does help. He is also doing quite a bit of the housework. He is worried about me and it shows. I took a two hour nap yesterday and today. Still feel bad, but at least I don't feel bad and tired. LOL
So, with coping with the nausea from the antibiotics, and the general exhaustion, I am cutting this short. Be kind to one another.