One good thing about my recovery (though it's slower than I wish) is how much reading I'm getting done.
I'm averaging a novel and a half a day!
Lots of "Murder She Wrote" and "Monk" and others as well.
Being rather sedate leaves lots of time for Reading....
That's a good thing indeed.
I slept until 8:30 this morning.
An hour and 15 minutes longer than any night since I've been home.
Felt good to sleep in.
I plan to spend time downstairs until 3 or so.
Moving along--just not as fast as I'd hoped.
Should make church Sunday--Bern driving me up and someone bringing me home.
I hope so....
So the Senate passed that bill the President wanted. Goes to the House, but little doubt they'll pass it.
It will ruin the lives of many Americans and affect us all with debt and hardship.
It's hard to imagine how members of Congress can hurt the people they were elected by.
But it's done.
God help us....
Still upstairs, but should be able to go down by tomorrow.
Walking with my cane without touching the wall--that's a step forward.
Sleeping ok, but not as long as usual.
Making doctors' appointments for next week.
I can't believe how much Bern does to help me out.
My angel....
I feel a bit better today--a tad more steady, but not there yet.
Thought of the folks at Trinity a lot--pray I can be there next Sunday.
Eating a little more--but not enough, I know.
"A long road back" is how I see it now. Just a bit a day.
I've watched more news than I care to admit.
America must feel like me--lost and trying to hope.
The country is a mess--just like me.
God help us all....
M. is my first cousin on my mother's side. She went on vacations with us and helped raise me.
I'm closer to her than any other relative--always have been.
I called to tell her about my hospital ordeal and she took the same attitude as Bern--take it slow and do whatever Bern tells me to!
Do women just know more about this stuff than men?
Makes me wonder....
I'm still shaky but a bit better after a night in my own bed and a much needed shower.
Taking meds sent from the hospital along with my usual pills--which I didn't take for a week.
Bern is keeping me in line and I'm staying upstairs since I went down yesterday and fell and had trouble getting up.
It's fine up here--two bathrooms, tv room, my computer, etc....
We'll see. I was too optimistic and Bern was rightly pessimistic about how I'd be after a week in a hospital bed and bad--I mean 'bad'--food.
Patience is what I need and have too little of....
Shalom.
