life goes on

I wrote a blog to this post yesterday, and lost it. That was a god self-edit, but not enough as it turned out. I bogged down in details describing my menu after I asked Matt to come for lunch and dinner. i needed to cook and eat but I don’t bother cooking for me. I had lots of groceries delivered, too many, in fact. I kept ordering all week and losing the order. (It was going to spam.) Finally, something worked and food was delivered. I couldn’ t remember what I had asked for and re-ordered—four days in a row. So I received two dozen eggs, two packages of frozen hash browns, 4 litres of milk, one package of portobello mushrooms, two packages of sliced cremini, lots of potatoes and more.

Life is full of surprises.

I made mushrooms on toast for lunch yesterday. Today I will make mushroom soup.

Later.

My wound specialist came to change my dressings yesterday and he ordered me to fasten plastic grocery bags to my legs and take a shower, and get my PSW to help. I can’t do that. Solo sponge baths are preferable to that. I’ll ask a female friend to sit in my living room while I scrub. But I have a Life Alert button around my neck. And John took out the glass shower doors and put in a new shower rail and shower curtain, plus grab bars and a slip-proof mat on the floor.

He hasn’t put me in an assisted living home yet but he’s building one around me.

I’ll cook today.

Later.I did it ! I had a shower snd I washed my hair, and it feels good.

Coffee now and cook, and talk tomorrow.

pain and time

My new injury is time consuming and painful. The wound specialist comes every other day now and I take only one codeine, about an hour before he comes. I´m sleeping a lot. I´m not used to taking drugs. I thought I was getting better but I was wakened in the night with an attack of pain in both legs. I couldn´t do anything but wait until it was over. It lasted about 10 minutes. Long enough.

I will sleep a lot today.

Maybe I´ll get to old clothes.