May 3, 2006
Ahem. I corrected it in the blog and on the website, but for those who read the email, my sister found cords in my body, not chords (unless they were composed by Shostakovich). In my critique group, we have a particular name for such bloopers, but perhaps I shouldn’t embarrass the person they are named after ;-)
Thanks to those who have expressed concern about me burning out. I am trying to do all I know how to in order to minimize that – but sometimes things backfire, such as simple trips to chiropractors that are meant to make me feel better but turn into major undertakings. I do know I need lots of time to myself, and I’m sure when we finally get to the point where Gary can more than the merest trickle of visitors, people will understand that I will not be spending much outside time visiting with them.
Of course, it would be a big help if I could get a decent amount of normal sleep, but my body isn’t letting me.
My Auburn chiropractor had given the okay for me to start walking again, and I have been slowly increases the amount of time I do it for in 5 minute intervals. I am up to 25 minutes, and the store where I get my zukes is now just a block away from what I can make in half that time. So I may buy the zukes in small enough amounts that I can make that walk to the store ever day or two – I’ll have to see how heavy carrying those zukes turns out to be.
I am pleased to report my little sister ended up getting majorly lost going from the Currys to the hospital this morning, taking an hour and a half to go a fifteen minute distance, so it is not just me. Maybe it’s genetic. : -)
I got a note during the morning visit that a townhouse opened up. My sister and I checked it out. Nothing fancy, dorm room feel – two small beds in a good-sized main room, a kitchenette, another small room, like a study, I guess, and a small bathroom. It would be a good deal for a more adaptable person. At first I thought I would try it out for a couple of nights while still hanging on to the Marriott room (since the townhouses area only $16 dollars a night, that seemed like a drop in the bucket), but after lugging a couple of boxes over there with the night’s essentials, I decided I just couldn’t do it. The bed was so small, and not very comfortable. The third-floor room faces University Ave, and I am hypersensitive to noise. I laid on the bed for a while and felt myself grow tenser and tenser. I knew I’d be so worried I couldn’t sleep that I wouldn’t. Since Gary has no objection to my staying put at the Marriott – saying that it was important to him that I feel good since he had a vested interest in it ;-) – that is what I’ll do. So we hauled the boxes we’d brought in right back out again – fortunately the same people we’d passed on the way in weren’t still in the lobby. The excursion wasn’t a total bust: Di will stay there for the two nights I paid for so she doesn’t have to attempt to get to the hospital from the Currys again (she just called me on the cell phone to have me talk her through getting back to the Currys this evening – I’m sure “the blind leading the blind” has popped into your minds. She has taken to calling ourselves Dufus and Dorkus :-) )
After we returned to the Marriott, Di spent some time trying to pull my head out of my shoulders, and then we went to the 5:30 visit. Gary seemed to be catching up on much-needed sleep, so we crept back out. My consolation prize for not being able to visit with him was my sister continued the massage. :-) I really don’t think she should leave this Friday.
Gary was on the trache collar for 12 hours today! So things are progressing. He told me he’d been learning to cough instead of having the nurses suctioning him – the medical personnel had wanted him to do this. (What he coughs up comes out the hole in his trachea.) He wrote “it ain’t easy.” But I take these advancements as a sign that his lungs are getting stronger.
I was a little apprehensive about having to tell him that a dear friend, one he’d known since grad school, had passed away last Monday, but I knew he’d want to know. He said he’d prepared himself for the news. (The friend had been in a coma since before Gary’s accident.)
Mail call: Thanks to the Telschous, the Crisis Center personnel, Max Burke, the Fremlins, Wilma Rafferty, Suzanne Bryson, and the Mincs, who sent up a CD set of “The Book of Pi.”
Ahem. I corrected it in the blog and on the website, but for those who read the email, my sister found cords in my body, not chords (unless they were composed by Shostakovich). In my critique group, we have a particular name for such bloopers, but perhaps I shouldn’t embarrass the person they are named after ;-)
Thanks to those who have expressed concern about me burning out. I am trying to do all I know how to in order to minimize that – but sometimes things backfire, such as simple trips to chiropractors that are meant to make me feel better but turn into major undertakings. I do know I need lots of time to myself, and I’m sure when we finally get to the point where Gary can more than the merest trickle of visitors, people will understand that I will not be spending much outside time visiting with them.
Of course, it would be a big help if I could get a decent amount of normal sleep, but my body isn’t letting me.
My Auburn chiropractor had given the okay for me to start walking again, and I have been slowly increases the amount of time I do it for in 5 minute intervals. I am up to 25 minutes, and the store where I get my zukes is now just a block away from what I can make in half that time. So I may buy the zukes in small enough amounts that I can make that walk to the store ever day or two – I’ll have to see how heavy carrying those zukes turns out to be.
I am pleased to report my little sister ended up getting majorly lost going from the Currys to the hospital this morning, taking an hour and a half to go a fifteen minute distance, so it is not just me. Maybe it’s genetic. : -)
I got a note during the morning visit that a townhouse opened up. My sister and I checked it out. Nothing fancy, dorm room feel – two small beds in a good-sized main room, a kitchenette, another small room, like a study, I guess, and a small bathroom. It would be a good deal for a more adaptable person. At first I thought I would try it out for a couple of nights while still hanging on to the Marriott room (since the townhouses area only $16 dollars a night, that seemed like a drop in the bucket), but after lugging a couple of boxes over there with the night’s essentials, I decided I just couldn’t do it. The bed was so small, and not very comfortable. The third-floor room faces University Ave, and I am hypersensitive to noise. I laid on the bed for a while and felt myself grow tenser and tenser. I knew I’d be so worried I couldn’t sleep that I wouldn’t. Since Gary has no objection to my staying put at the Marriott – saying that it was important to him that I feel good since he had a vested interest in it ;-) – that is what I’ll do. So we hauled the boxes we’d brought in right back out again – fortunately the same people we’d passed on the way in weren’t still in the lobby. The excursion wasn’t a total bust: Di will stay there for the two nights I paid for so she doesn’t have to attempt to get to the hospital from the Currys again (she just called me on the cell phone to have me talk her through getting back to the Currys this evening – I’m sure “the blind leading the blind” has popped into your minds. She has taken to calling ourselves Dufus and Dorkus :-) )
After we returned to the Marriott, Di spent some time trying to pull my head out of my shoulders, and then we went to the 5:30 visit. Gary seemed to be catching up on much-needed sleep, so we crept back out. My consolation prize for not being able to visit with him was my sister continued the massage. :-) I really don’t think she should leave this Friday.
Gary was on the trache collar for 12 hours today! So things are progressing. He told me he’d been learning to cough instead of having the nurses suctioning him – the medical personnel had wanted him to do this. (What he coughs up comes out the hole in his trachea.) He wrote “it ain’t easy.” But I take these advancements as a sign that his lungs are getting stronger.
I was a little apprehensive about having to tell him that a dear friend, one he’d known since grad school, had passed away last Monday, but I knew he’d want to know. He said he’d prepared himself for the news. (The friend had been in a coma since before Gary’s accident.)
Mail call: Thanks to the Telschous, the Crisis Center personnel, Max Burke, the Fremlins, Wilma Rafferty, Suzanne Bryson, and the Mincs, who sent up a CD set of “The Book of Pi.”
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