This evening, on the way back to my chair from the toilet, my legs decided that they weren’t going to play nice any more. I was still about 8 feet from my chair when they wobbled. My husband tried to help, but I ended up in a heap on the floor with my legs bent at awkward angles. The left leg seems okay, but my right knee is swollen and sore. I can’t bend it to get comfortable.
As an added bonus, since I’m not ambulatory, I had to contact the visiting nurses to have a catheter put in. Neither the bathroom nor my bedroom door will accommodate the lift easily.
This time last year I was happily working in the kitchen, making Tiramisu for my husband’s birthday. Sigh.
As an added bonus, since I’m not ambulatory, I had to contact the visiting nurses to have a catheter put in. Neither the bathroom nor my bedroom door will accommodate the lift easily.
This time last year I was happily working in the kitchen, making Tiramisu for my husband’s birthday. Sigh.
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