Small is good
I walked with Steve and two dogs this evening - around The Plaza (1/2 mile) - and found it easy. Demi was clearly on duty -turning back toward me every few paces to be sure I was safe and forever in her gaze. I don't think I'll ever get past the fear of falling after that humongous humerus fracture on April 12. It will never heal, but some of the nerve damage in my fingers has receded.
Pain control has been excellent, finally, and I'm grateful. It was non-stop since October 2011 until now.
I can finally take two showers a day - independently - one of life's secret joys.
Steve prefers that I not attend church because I have virtually no immune system in the event that I bump into a germ I haven't met before. That doesn't bother me, I've always appreciated a rather small life.
So tomorrow I have the day off, so to speak.
Yes, skip Church then. My nephew almost died in Church after touching a pew some kid had left milk residue on! Paramedics had to come in while the service was going on!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed AND found easy, the walk around the Plaza with the dogs and your husband. Showering unaided would definitely be a wonderful thing! Ah, the moments to remember and make life worthwhile don't have to be big or wild do they?
Are you saying the bone won't heal or the nerve damage won't heal? I hope just the nerve although that would be bad too.
The nerve damage is healing, but the fracture won't. (sigh)
ReplyDeleteIt sounds much more safe to stay in, no risks. Thinking of you, Lacey
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