Saturday, March 14, 2015
Sink Bath Day
Today was "sink bath" day. I can no longer take showers, at least not for the foreseeable future anyway.
I'm not a big fan of sink baths, or as we used to call them when I was in the Army, whore baths. Hey, what can I tell you? That's my frame of reference, crude as it may be.
So every third day I take a sink bath or as Pat jocularly likes to refer to them as "stink baths." I try to bath before the stink sets in. You know, that Old Man Musty Smell. So far so good, I'm smelling fresh as a daisy.
Hey folks, the warm prune juice worked! Thank goodness. Three days without going to the bathroom . . . . I was getting so sluggish. The prune juice kicked in about an hour after I took it. A total of five visits to the bathroom to totally clean me out. And I didn't have to use the portable commode once. I just hobbled my way to my private meditation room (I have a toilet in its own special room which I LOVE). I had nightmare visions of ending up like my roommate at the hospital who was going on SIX days without a bowel movement. My God can you imagine?
So that's out of the way.
I went to bed fairly early last night and slept very well. I still can't lift my leg but I am managing getting in and out of my bed by myself without bothering Bill to life my left leg into bed. I can even manage to put a pillow under my left leg when I'm in bed so it is somewhat elevated which gives me a great deal of relief. Unlike right now when I'm typing this blog entry and my left leg is extended outright and very uncomfortable.
I have some bills to pay on my computer but then I'm off this computer and back into my bed until lunchtime.
My routine now consists rest and the limited physical therapy of walking around the house with my walker, which I'm getting pretty good at. I can't tell if there is any difference in my leg other than some of the staples are starting it itch.
Next week I have a follow-up appointment with my orthopedic surgeon. I understand I won't start real physical therapy for another three weeks. Can't come soon enough. I really miss getting out and just taking Bill for a ride, which we often do. Not now though, my life has changed and all from one fall on the ice. How fast one's life can change.
Be well folks and I'm off here to pay some bills.