What happened to my night? I quickly fell asleep around 2100 hrs. and awoke promptly at 0200 hrs. Dragging myself into the wheelchair, I backed it up and cleared the foot of the bed, twirled the chair and headed for the door, this done in the dark. On the way to the living room, I had to make a bathroom stop so I had to park the chair, and plant my left foot on the floor and push with that foot and my hands to get in an upright stance, grab the crutches and crutch swing to the toilet. I'm having the best time. I have to reverse this order of operation to get back to the chair and repeat it once again to get to the sofa. I should have the arms and shoulders of a gymnast in a few weeks or I'm going to look like one of those giant hairy gorillas with the broad shoulders that can swing walk with those long arms planted on the ground.
The high points of my day coincide with the normal meal times and what is served. I know dinner will be a shrimp salad and again, I'm excited. It doesn't take a lot these days to get my pulses strumming at a higher rate. Since we rarely eat 3 times a day, the meal times quickly turn into milestones for me. I don't want to even think about how sad and empty my life is now. Please don't cry for me.(said with back of hand pressed to forehead) I just have to be strong and patient..............oh! Good gosh, I'm making myself nauseous.
Boredom is a slow death for me.
I do have one thing planned. I'm going to weigh myself and hope the numbers are uplifting and not depressing. Even without weighing myself, the clothes tell the story and in two words, "stuff fits". I'm anticipating the wonderful day when something is too large for me and "doesn't fit" again. I can imagine myself flinging those capris, shorts and shirts in a pile in the corner of the room and sighing while I mutter, "nothing fits" and say it because those clothes were too big instead of too small. Then I'll look into that closet, shake my head at having nothing to wear and grab my purse and wallet and march to my car where I will point it in the direction of the mall and shop for a complete closet full of new clothes to fit my svelte new body and compliment my face which has magically unaged 20 yrs.
Whoa.......did I fall asleep for a moment and have a dream? See what happens when boredom wins?