Fox and Broom

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Recovery From The Blackhole

I escaped from the Black Hole. Now is the hard part. Picking myself back up.

I look like a potato. It’s due to steroids and probably other meds.

Part of me was healing. Part of me deteriorated. I allowed my muscles to atrophy. Don’t do that. It hurts.

Getting out of bed or a chair has been hard. I have needed help.

I have been exercising. The muscle pain has been excruciating. The muscle pain has been worth it.

I have chair exercises and I have been walking around my living room. I had a day of shin hurt. A day of knee agony. Days of aches.

I have finally started to get up on my own.
Mostly.

I have my family and friends to thank for the progress that has happened. It is so easy to just want to give up. I needed my cheerleaders. Thanks everyone.

The Blackhole

I am back in the hospital. I was home for a whole day on Friday, February 12. Saturday… started downhill and didn’t stop.

I had to ask Gabe to help me to the restroom. On the way, which is not far, I told him I needed to sit down. He reached for a chair and I fell. Backwards. As if i were a trinket a cat knocked off the table.

I landed on my poor dog. He’s a pretty big guy, about 100 pounds. He squeaked like a mouse. He was not injured. My head hurt for two days.

Gabe called our eldest to help get me up. They got me to where I needed to be and we made the decision to call an ambulance to take me to the hospital safely. The roads were snowy and icy.

I was not able to was not able to walk upstairs. I couldn’t breathe. My travel oxygen machine was hooked up.

The EMTs checked me out, then put me on this stairclimber. Max was jealous and scared. The thing had tank wheels on it. I miss my kids.

I felt like we were in the ER for forever. If I had realized how long I would be staying, that thought would never have crossed my mind.

My new stay did not start well. Does any hospital stay start well? I’m not here for the five star rating.

I was told that if my breathing kept failing, I would be in ICU on intubation. I would be asleep most of the time and woken up about once a day. Or was it every couple of days?

I was sobbing after the doctor left. I worked on exercising my lungs.

I had four masks within two days. All for different reasons.

Normal Nose Leash
Can’t eat with this one.
The Frog
Really can’t eat.
Airflow and can eat.

Within the first few days, I went up and down with my breathing. It has been almost a week and we are still working on the proper oxygen flow. The goal is to have it as low as possible. This machine was meant for extra oxygen flow. I was to try to keep it in the low 90%.

I have been using the lung exerciser. I need to go up. I want to go up line by line. It has been helping. I do have trouble standing up. I have trouble sitting in a chair.

I have started to improve. I have things to do. It has been over a week. I was able to sit in a chair to eat lunch on Thursday, February 18. I use a walker and require help in getting up.

The doctor was more hopeful. He said he couldn’t be totally positive. He was pleased that I was displaying progress. I have been here longer than I thought. I hope to go home before another week passes.

I went into the hospital on February 13 and left on March 3. I do not like being in the hospital that long. The best feeling in the world is a shower at home afterwards.

2021 Is Full Of Crap

It started out with a household member diagnosed with COVID. This led to everyone else being tested. I was the only one who came up positive. Ugh.

Everyone tested again. By the time I found out, I must have just smeared it everywhere. Everyone came back positive. *Everyone*

My father-in-law, John (who lives in the household), and I have had to go to the hospital. I am at home now and on oxygen. John is having a harder time. He is stable. I am still very upset about it.

I watched the Inauguration and enjoyed it so much. It was so beautiful. Lady Gaga was wonderful, Garth made me cry, and I couldn’t get enough of Amanda Gorman. It all made me so happy.

I texted my other mother-in-law, Cathy (who lives with Hubby’s dad), about Wednesday’s happenings. It was a good day. Then it wasn’t.

Cathy had a stroke that night. It was bad. She was transferred to my hospital and put on life support. She was so close to me, but I couldn’t see her. I cried almost all day on Thursday.

I went home Thursday evening. I have a huge oxygen machine next to my bed. I am tethered by a nose line. I have enough to walk around my area. Which is important for keeping clots away. It is good to be able to use the bathroom.

I had a rough time on Friday. My breathing had improved before I came home. It did the opposite that day. I was gasping for air every time I got up. I had improved on my lung strengthening device and it went backwards. It was as if I was starting everything over.

It might have been the trauma from two of my favorite people being so hurt. It might have been the new oxygen machine. Whatever it was, it brought my spirits even lower.

Fuck cancer.
Fuck covid.
Fuck strokes.

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