The home health aide came by this morning and helped me shower. Well, she stood by in case I needed help. I have a hand-held shower now so I can soap and rinse by myself. She scrubs my back for me, and it feels oh so good. There's nothing like clean.
I could probably take care of my own showers now, except I have a little trouble stepping over the side of the bathtub. I really need to get some of those safety bars installed. I kind of hate to let the HHA go, as she's a very nice lady, and we have fun chatting. I'd like to keep her as a friend.
One of the stitches is giving me trouble. It looks like there's a very fine hair sticking up, but if I touch it, it hurts. The nurse will be here tomorrow, and I'll have her take a look. If I turn the wrong way or brush against the stitch, it hurts.
The Physical Therapist has me doing some exercises that are very like ballet exercises at the barre. I do them hanging onto the kitchen counter. He doesn't want me walking backward by myself for another while. Little unsteady there. But the other exercises are going fine.
I finally got a correct phone number for the surgeon and I have an appointment next week. I do dearly hope he'll tell me that the colostomy will be reversed, and soon. It's really not the awful job I thought it would be, but it isn't exactly pleasant, either.
I kept leaving my phone where I was instead of taking it where I'm going, so I missed some calls. So I made a little bag for it, and hang it around my neck. No excuse now. The skin of my hands is so dry the yarn kept slipping from my fingers. I put lotion on, and in minutes my skin was dry again. I need to remember to put lotion on every time I wash. I slathered lotion on my legs when I got out of the shower, and they feel dry as sandpaper now.
Got into my brand new dress sweats. Yeah for dress up, not for jogging. Nice soft velour. At least I'm out of my jammies only I seem to be trading one set of pants for another.
I had a chance to play with My Baby a little while last night. She is a hoot! She was pointing at everything and naming in her own language, and laughing and having a wonderful time. When it came time to go to bed she was no way ready. Tracey was up about 1:00 am, taking her for a walk in her buggy. Sometimes that's the only way she'll settle down. Well, then they had to get up at an indecent hour to get DiDi and Gryffan to the airport to visit Grandma in Washington.
Grandma is as besotted as Great-Grandma. That baby is a people magnet. Everywhere they go people are stopping to talk to her and make over her. I hope she doesn't think attention is her due. One thing I do know, Gryffan is going to have a big problem when boys begin to show up. He is very protective of his women. From G-grammie to his baby and all females in between. Don't even look cross-eyed at us! He's a big man, and it wouldn't do for a boy to do something that DiDi doesn't like. He'd be in a world of trouble. Gryffan will probably start teaching her self-defense just any day now.
That's my babble for today.
Bless
I could probably take care of my own showers now, except I have a little trouble stepping over the side of the bathtub. I really need to get some of those safety bars installed. I kind of hate to let the HHA go, as she's a very nice lady, and we have fun chatting. I'd like to keep her as a friend.
One of the stitches is giving me trouble. It looks like there's a very fine hair sticking up, but if I touch it, it hurts. The nurse will be here tomorrow, and I'll have her take a look. If I turn the wrong way or brush against the stitch, it hurts.
The Physical Therapist has me doing some exercises that are very like ballet exercises at the barre. I do them hanging onto the kitchen counter. He doesn't want me walking backward by myself for another while. Little unsteady there. But the other exercises are going fine.
I finally got a correct phone number for the surgeon and I have an appointment next week. I do dearly hope he'll tell me that the colostomy will be reversed, and soon. It's really not the awful job I thought it would be, but it isn't exactly pleasant, either.
I kept leaving my phone where I was instead of taking it where I'm going, so I missed some calls. So I made a little bag for it, and hang it around my neck. No excuse now. The skin of my hands is so dry the yarn kept slipping from my fingers. I put lotion on, and in minutes my skin was dry again. I need to remember to put lotion on every time I wash. I slathered lotion on my legs when I got out of the shower, and they feel dry as sandpaper now.
Got into my brand new dress sweats. Yeah for dress up, not for jogging. Nice soft velour. At least I'm out of my jammies only I seem to be trading one set of pants for another.
I had a chance to play with My Baby a little while last night. She is a hoot! She was pointing at everything and naming in her own language, and laughing and having a wonderful time. When it came time to go to bed she was no way ready. Tracey was up about 1:00 am, taking her for a walk in her buggy. Sometimes that's the only way she'll settle down. Well, then they had to get up at an indecent hour to get DiDi and Gryffan to the airport to visit Grandma in Washington.
Grandma is as besotted as Great-Grandma. That baby is a people magnet. Everywhere they go people are stopping to talk to her and make over her. I hope she doesn't think attention is her due. One thing I do know, Gryffan is going to have a big problem when boys begin to show up. He is very protective of his women. From G-grammie to his baby and all females in between. Don't even look cross-eyed at us! He's a big man, and it wouldn't do for a boy to do something that DiDi doesn't like. He'd be in a world of trouble. Gryffan will probably start teaching her self-defense just any day now.
That's my babble for today.
Bless