I’ve been home a week, I think. It seems harder to keep track of individual days than to count the number of Fridays since I broke a string of bones. We’ve bought groceries one time, which counts as zero, as there was no food in the house when Laura and I came home. Actually, she went grocery shopping; I simply was installed.
There has been sorting in the last seven days. Transfer bench to tub: I should have done this when we moved here and I gave up my walk in shower. Toilet riser seat: very nice, but it needs a cushy seat added, though the therapist assured me it really was not a necessary expense. Wheelchair: comfy, but used for little more than chatting with Laura while she makes supper.
Walker: indispensable! Two broken shoulders notwithstanding, I would be beached without it. Not grounded, but stranded. Like I told the young fella, you can fix both shoulders someday, if necessary, but I won’t get over this broken leg if I can’t substitute some other body part. Shoulders it is. Painful, but doable.
It’s my knees that hurt, and not just a little. In therapy at Regina, the therapists strapped each knee into braces that stopped them from snapping and hyperextending. Here at home I have similar braces, but all Velcro; no buckles and locking straps. If I put them on in the morning, I can get through the day to about late afternoon. Not pain free, but tolerable.
At my next doctor visit, in September, I think my first question will be How soon can I get new knees?
Who out here has new knees? Tell me everything about them, please!
In the meantime, in a week home, I have entertained a home nurse and an occupational therapist. Passed those with flying colors. Tomorrow, a physical therapist will size me up and give me an exercise regimen. That will be good. Better yet, I’ve been to lunch with a friend. My neighbor took me out to buy the walker. I watched Laura do garden work for half of last Saturday. It rained all day Sunday.
Pretty boring to recuperate, yes? I have begun weaving, between naps. So far it amounts to two bobbins, so I’ve just gone around the breast take up roller. And today, I played cards with the Methodists. They picked me up, opened doors, let me in through the sanctuary, and we played pinochle for two hours.
I ate my usual entire bowl of corn chips and Nancy and I lost the day. Bad cards. Wonderful, wonderful company.
So, please tell me about your knees.