Unable to lift myself out of a couch or chair I was in a completely dependent position through heading to sleep Tuesday(Wednesday?? a bit foggy and losing track) night. My first attempt at getting up required BG to step in and lend a hand; much appreciated. I find it humbling to ring a bell for help to get up and take a leak. I’d consider myself on the side of rather independent; even (unintentionally) aloof and standoffish at times. Looking for a hand out of a chair isn’t high on my wish list.
I continue to moderately compromise/cave with meds. Taking them but not as prescribed and certainly paying the price. I’m finding myself behind the curve; only grabbing the three bottles once it reaches a level of intolerance. By that time, of course, I’m miserable enough to be cranky while the stuff works its way into my system. I do have my reasons…….there’s a history of various chemical and neurological issues in my family and I’m not exactly excited about feeding into that potential path. I think there’s a happy, if not tolerable, medium somewhere in there.
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| Semi-permanent spot at the house |
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| AniMal’s Animals |
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| Post – op Diet Coke in the clinic. What’s with the straw?? |
I dozed a couple of times late afternoon/early evening. That was a good distraction. I’ve still not felt like eating; crackers and a bit of fruit has been it since a killer Godfather’s Monday night. Apparently throughout the afternoon Ames, my personal attendant and town crier, has been busy spreading the word. I had my first direct check-in from a friend early evening; nod to KF, thanks. Between foggy periods I’m working on reaching out to a few folks; I can safely say limited plans over the next several days. I am not a good dependent.
That’s it; awake three hours and now time to stop fighting it and pass out again.
wagging a little more today