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Mar. 18th, 2013 08:16 amFood!
I can have food! Okay, well it's mostly stuff like applesauce and mashed potatoes, but still - it ain't chicken noodle soup.
Three days more of purdah and then I can leave the house. I have a ton of work to catch up on once I start feeling more like a normal human again. I am devoting today to recouping my strength and actually (I know this sounds weird) avoiding the call of the kitchen. Now that I can eat, I seem to want to eat everything, as fast as I can. That ain't healthy a'tall.
But still - food. Maybe I'll ask Bossman to bring home a hamburger. I could eat half of a Suiss cheese & mushroom burger, I bet.
Overall I lost twelve pounds while I was ill. I'd rather do it the 'easy' way. May none of you ever catch that damned virus.
And as a total sidestep, I wrote to my PT clinic and cancelled all of my appointments with them, and explained why. And let them know that I was copying my message to the Neurologist so he'd know why also. I've had plenty of time to think about it and have come to the conclusion that no one should be driven to laying on a PT bed with their hands over their mouth so their sobbing won't disturb the other patients*. Even if I were willing to continue the exercise, the tech should have called a halt - instead, he was impatient with me for wanting to do fewer reps. Never once was I asked if I was in pain and when I DID say that I was (repeatedly, after a while), my comments were virtually ignored. That is unacceptable. So now I have some research to do to find the right sort of exercises I need to strengthen those flabby muscles without going to 'the experts'. I am more determined than ever now that I know that my spine is undamaged. I will, however, be doing everything in a prone position until I'm screened by the vascular specialist.
*Although - - my ears were remarkably clean after all that crying while on my back. They got flooded by saltwater!
I can have food! Okay, well it's mostly stuff like applesauce and mashed potatoes, but still - it ain't chicken noodle soup.
Three days more of purdah and then I can leave the house. I have a ton of work to catch up on once I start feeling more like a normal human again. I am devoting today to recouping my strength and actually (I know this sounds weird) avoiding the call of the kitchen. Now that I can eat, I seem to want to eat everything, as fast as I can. That ain't healthy a'tall.
But still - food. Maybe I'll ask Bossman to bring home a hamburger. I could eat half of a Suiss cheese & mushroom burger, I bet.
Overall I lost twelve pounds while I was ill. I'd rather do it the 'easy' way. May none of you ever catch that damned virus.
And as a total sidestep, I wrote to my PT clinic and cancelled all of my appointments with them, and explained why. And let them know that I was copying my message to the Neurologist so he'd know why also. I've had plenty of time to think about it and have come to the conclusion that no one should be driven to laying on a PT bed with their hands over their mouth so their sobbing won't disturb the other patients*. Even if I were willing to continue the exercise, the tech should have called a halt - instead, he was impatient with me for wanting to do fewer reps. Never once was I asked if I was in pain and when I DID say that I was (repeatedly, after a while), my comments were virtually ignored. That is unacceptable. So now I have some research to do to find the right sort of exercises I need to strengthen those flabby muscles without going to 'the experts'. I am more determined than ever now that I know that my spine is undamaged. I will, however, be doing everything in a prone position until I'm screened by the vascular specialist.
*Although - - my ears were remarkably clean after all that crying while on my back. They got flooded by saltwater!
