Occasionally, I wake up while writing a story in my head. Once awake, I fine tune it. Here’s my most recent one:
I was playing poker with the regulars and one new guy. The new guy pretended like he wasn’t watching me but I knew he was. So, every time I decided to bluff I stroked my mustache. It was a long night. Finally, the other regulars had all gone home so it was just me and the new guy when I was dealt an excellent hand. So, I stroked my mustache. And he went all in.
TTYL,
Linda
I have known for quite awhile that I touch things as I pass them. I hadn’t realized it’s because it helps steady me.
When I fell, I thought it was a temporary thing. Finally, I realized my muscles are not as strong as they used to be.
And I might be in danger of falling again.
So I bought this:
I bought the carrier separately so I could carry my tablet with me,
Then Dave transferred my beverage holder from my Scoot to the walker.
I cant believe how much faster I walk now.
Life is good!
TTYL,
Linda
My parents named me Justin which would not normally be a problem.
But, it is for me.
Because our last name is Case.
Don’t get it?
Trying saying my name out loud.
You: What do you mean miss you? You are here seldom enough that we wouldn’t know you are missing.
Ah, yes. Well I have been missing for about a week and a half now.
Apparently, gall stones in your bile duct is NOT a good thing.
It all started a week ago last Monday night. I got up to pee and I fell.
Security guys came and picked me up and I was fine but weak.
Then, a few hours later, I got up a second time and fell again.
Security guys came then called the EMTs and I got a ride to the hospital.
From the ER I had just about every test known to man during the next 12 hours. Lab tests, Cat scans, X-ray, MRI, and more I can’t even remember.
They finally decided it was gallstones in the bile duct causing the problem.
So, I was admitted.
Then on Wednesday, they removed some stones.
Then on Friday, they removed the gall bladder itself since it already had more stones just waiting for their chance to escape.
Sunday they transferred me to The Birches, the care center attached to our apartment complex.
Sunday is not a good day to arrive. They knew I was a fall risk but they didn’t have a walker waiting for me. Said I have to wait for PT on Monday to get one. Apparently I was supposed to simply sit in one chair without any bathroom breaks or anything until then.
Dave to the rescue! He called a friend of ours and borrowed a, not currently being used, walker.
So here I am, many days later, mostly sitting in an uncomfortable chair and doing exercises to get my strength and stamina back.
The strength is greatly improved but the stamina not so much. Time heals all wounds, right?
But, I sure would like to be home with comfortable chairs.
And with Dave who is much quicker to respond to my needs than the staff here.
But, I’m not quick either right now so I’m trying not to complain.
It’s not like I’m the only patient staff needs to attend to. Right?
TTYL,
Linda
ps. I’m home. Still not back to full strength but I’m home!
I saw this and it seemed so perfect I had to share it:
TTYL,
Linda
