Wednesday, December 12, 2012
I'm finding that as age takes it's toll on our abilities to cope with the health challenges that we deal with each day....we learn how to adapt to our surroundings.
Life here in the Care Center runs on different rules than outside in the "real world"....yet we are all human. We re-learn to move dormant muscles, learning to stretch and strengthen, improving from one day to they next. Those of us that are in Transition care learn to encourage each other as we take many baby steps towards getting our lives back in order.
Thoughts of going home weigh heavy on everyone's minds....even for those of us that will have a longer road to travel.
I have seen many people come and go home, wish them well and then greet all the new people as they come through the door. We are all surrounded by an endless supply of love, encouragement, support and laughter.
Yet, each time someone leaves....a bit of me goes home with them. It's so totally frustrating to not be able to stand or walk and there have been a few "melt-downs" in my life when I feel so darn discouraged.
So many people that come through these doors are supported by family members, friends and acquaintances. My room is empty of all of those and it's hard to stay "up beat"....yet onward I go.
I often spend some grueling hours in therapy, wheel myself back to my room in hopes of catching a power nap before I head off to another session. Lately, I will come back to my room and find yet another card from one of my SPARK FAMILY and my day immediately improves!!
Thank you for taking time to think of me - it means SO much!!!
Last week I learned to transfer from my wheel chair to my bed and back again. When the doctor came in the other day, he became a "nervous Nellie" just watching this transfer take place. I told him to please leave the room....that I will NOT allow myself to fall! LOL
Yesterday, my catheter was removed. The nurses told me that I need to be checked, once per shift, after I "void" - an ultrasound to check how much fluid is being retained in my bladder. An hour after the catheter was removed, I had my first test and it came up ZERO - as have all the other tests so far. While it is a great step forward - it takes time to transfer to the bed, lift my weary legs into bed and slap the bed pan upon my backside (lovely picture)! LOL
Changes do happen....just not the ones that I have hoped for. Therapy keeps telling me that I WILL walk again...but belief in myself seems to be waning a bit. Yet I keep hoping that today will be the day that I will stand and perhaps take a step forward....