Week 1: A Shower Never Felt So Good
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Happy to be leaving my hospital room
A few potholes later and I'm home at last!
Do I look happy in the photo to the right? Do I? Do I? You bet I was.
"Dammit, Jim. I'm beginning to think I can cure a rainy day!" --Bones, Star Trek 1967 episode "Devil in the Dark"
After shampooing my hair not once, but three times in an attempt to eliminate the crusty crud holding my hair in some beehive do from the sixties, that one shower felt more spectacular than returning home from any scuzzy camping trip ready for a shower.
It was "going home day" and I can't believe I was actually ready for it. After feeling like I could barely move only six days earlier, Monday I was getting myself to and from the bathroom and I was ready to leave the hospital and return home to my beautiful children, my home, my bed and more hot showers.
It still hurts to raise my arms to shampoo my hair, but my hubby is helping me with that the next two weeks. It's actually kinda fun taking a shower with Mark...haven't done that in ages. Now, he gets in and gently scrubs my back. Such a mench!
Take one more trip to happy land
It's time to go home, but not before I get loaded full of medicine. Some for pain, another antibiotic, more for muscle relaxing and anxiety, and don't forget to take something else to prevent the queezy feeling caused by all the meds.
I don't care to feel out of control and that's how these meds make you feel. If only I'd been more exploratory when I was a teenager. I never had a desre to take drugs like others in high school and college.
Padded to the max
Let's Saddle Up!
Yes, I have become the Michelin Man, protected by just enough pillows that I can't feel the seat belt in the least.
This is as bad as when I tried sleeping on my side. In fact, I tried, unsuccessfully to sleep on my side at home my first night. After 30 minutes of attempting to get comfy, only sleeping and sitting on a child's pool raft, supplemented by numerous pillows, was the only way to find comfortable positions at home.
Why a raft? Because the first two days and nights I mainly slept in one position. Unfortunately, it killed my lower back. If you ever have to be in a hospital for more than a night, try to get one of those air mattress beds that continually change the air levels to contribute to your comfort. I'm hoping my sore lower back will correct itself soon, otherwise every chair is painful.
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