Week 2 became more relaxing as I felt more comfortable with transfers to-and-from my wheelchair. As I am stretched out on the couch I instinctively start to get up to pick up something across the room. Then I remember that I'm stuck on here.
Hubby has been tremendous in coming to help as soon as I call. When you can't move off your perch at all, it's amazing how many things you need handed to you. We try to think ahead, but with my foggy brain it doesn't always work well.
Week 2 has been better than week 1 but there has been more pain. I've been able to sleep through the pain, so I can deal with it. I know there will be more pain when I get to the physical therapy stage. But, it will be worth the pain if I can get back to walking!
Are you able to be outside at all? I love looking out my window and seeing the lovely blooms everywhere . I'm very allergic to the yellow/green dust that lands on our cars. I don't want to go outside now, but will look forward to the end of the yellow dust.
It's so odd that the most beautiful things can cause the most misery. So I will keep on enjoying the beauty of nature. I think it's kind of like when we get something lovely in our lives, but there will always be sorrow at some point.
The only way I can feel peace and joy is the realization that God is in control and I feel His love. I remember all the answered prayers, the wonderful provision and blessings of all kinds.
“For the Mighty One has done great things for me—holy is his name.” – Luke 1:49
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Disclaimer: I'm not a medical expert. This post contains my opinions and experiences and is not meant to be taken as medical advice. If you have a medical concern, please consult your personal physician.
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