I get home Monday night very weak and tired. I have to get around using a walker. I crawl up the stairs on my ass. Its hard and my strength is sapped from being in bed for 8 days. On the ride home I farted in the car and kinda shit my pants. It stunk. Well when I got home I had to crawl up 17 stairs and stand outside the shower while my wife sprayed me off and I tried to clean myself.....so embarrassing. After this fiasco I crawl into bed.
The next day I have physical therapy coming to the house....and my wife has taken the week off to help me get set up. The therapist is great she has me do laps through the house and leg exercises that help me regain some strength. I sweat profusely as I am still very weak. The therapist gives us direction on crutches and a transition chair. The chair is the best thing for me right now. It is a plastic chair with steel legs. Part of it is in the tub and part is out of the tub. So I can sit on it and slide into the tub. It allows me to shower. What a thing!!!
Each day I get stronger and my laps are easier....not being able to do too much is the hardest thing to get used to. Just counting down the days.....
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Billy its so nice to see that you haven't lost your humor. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Talk about unconditional love! Its a good thing you weren't driving... in the old days you would of rolled up the windows and then locked them all the while laughing your head off. Yeah, I remember those days!!
Michelle is quite the women!!
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