I had a shower today. Keith washed my hair.
I napped for a few hours. The Ambien fog is real. I tried sleeping through it.
Keith got me a cool gel thingy for Christmas that you freeze and put on your head like a toboggan when you have a headache. I worked that thing out today.
I ate a bowl of the taco soup my friend, Ashley, brought us, and I had some of her Heath Bar cake. It was so good, I was able to forget about my woes for just a second.
My woes? Well, I have a bushel, but today, my right leg finally gave up.
I knew it was coming, and I was expecting it. I don’t guess I ever thought, “And then what?”, though, so I spent most of today being frustrated, dejected, and tearful. Dammit.
My Facebook post for a wheelchair yielded quick responses, and I had one on my front porch in an hour or so. Now we have that as we need it.
Life really is good.
Tomorrow, I hope to have lots of peace and the ability to think clearly about how to navigate the next two weeks sans my right leg.
Every night, Keith rubs my feet and exercises my leg to help keep some range of motion and flexibility in it. We just did that, and now we’re both tired.
Two weeks from today, Y’all.
