Nothing new. Healing slowly. Not much energy. Wake up in the morning and feel really good. Mid-afternoon I'm starting the fade-out. I can do one away-from-home errand a day. If I try two, I suffer for it. That, too, will go away.
Have an appointment with a surgeon about the healing of the stoma, and we'll talk about putting me back to normal bodily functions. The bag isn't as bad as I thought it would be, but it isn't anything I want tend to the rest of my life.
Got a notice that my rent is going up. Pretty soon I won't be able stay here (the cheapest in the neighborhood), or I'll get a roommate. I don't know if I could stand having a roommate. I treasure my alone time. Maybe I could find another hermit, and we'd not bother each other.
It's been drizzly here. Supposed to go another five days. I might get a little damp going to shul on Saturday. Going to shul on this coming Saturday is my goal for the week. I haven't been since the first part of November.
I've been discharged from Home Services. I 'm really going to miss the nurse and the physical therapist. I suggested that we might be able to get together for lunch every once in a while. They both would be very good friends, and fun.
Incidentally, the physical therapist is also the PT for another member of my congregation. He was there for his own errand, and we three met when I was finding out if I'm strong enough to walk the distance. It was a pleasant encounter.
I really have to be faithful with the exercises. I'm a mass of flab. At least the long skirt and the long sleeves hide the worst. But it still not healthy. The exercises are very easy, so why don't I do them? I can do the leg exercises while I'm watching TV. I guess I get so engrossed I forget everything.
I gotta fix something to eat. My tummy is whining.
Bless
Have an appointment with a surgeon about the healing of the stoma, and we'll talk about putting me back to normal bodily functions. The bag isn't as bad as I thought it would be, but it isn't anything I want tend to the rest of my life.
Got a notice that my rent is going up. Pretty soon I won't be able stay here (the cheapest in the neighborhood), or I'll get a roommate. I don't know if I could stand having a roommate. I treasure my alone time. Maybe I could find another hermit, and we'd not bother each other.
It's been drizzly here. Supposed to go another five days. I might get a little damp going to shul on Saturday. Going to shul on this coming Saturday is my goal for the week. I haven't been since the first part of November.
I've been discharged from Home Services. I 'm really going to miss the nurse and the physical therapist. I suggested that we might be able to get together for lunch every once in a while. They both would be very good friends, and fun.
Incidentally, the physical therapist is also the PT for another member of my congregation. He was there for his own errand, and we three met when I was finding out if I'm strong enough to walk the distance. It was a pleasant encounter.
I really have to be faithful with the exercises. I'm a mass of flab. At least the long skirt and the long sleeves hide the worst. But it still not healthy. The exercises are very easy, so why don't I do them? I can do the leg exercises while I'm watching TV. I guess I get so engrossed I forget everything.
I gotta fix something to eat. My tummy is whining.
Bless