Visiting hours are from 1pm so I try to keep my mind from wandering until then. I rest, but it’s not easy lying in one position on my back. And I have pipes connected to my ankle that drains any liquid - so movement is limited.
I share a room with an older lady who’s going to rehab tomorrow. We speak different languages, so there isn’t much chatting except for a smile here and there and I give her a thumbs up when she moves without assistance.
I was emotional when my husband walked in this afternoon. I really felt like a drive and eating an ice cream somewhere with a beautiful view.
When the nurses said it was okay for me to go for a little “roll around” I didn’t hesitate…until we reached ground level to the canteen.
When I saw how people were looking at my ankle with this metal entrapment, I asked hubby to get a sheet from the bed to keep it covered. Even I can’t bare looking at it. π₯Ί
We went outside for a few minutes - blissful.
And then we shared a Fanta. π
We’ve developed a little bathroom and freshening-up routine before visiting hours are over. I wish I could have my hair washed and blow-dried, but for now, I’m grateful that I can still keep up with my daily skincare routine.
I just got an injection for thrombosis-prevention and they’re giving me a pill to relax for the evening. It’s really frightening when I accidentally catch a glimpse of it. I’ll listen to devotional music and just relax.
Also, writing and sharing this experience is proving to be therapeutic. ππΌπ₯°
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