Sunday morning. I hear Snookums get up, and struggle to get into her cloths, then use the walker to go into the bathroom. I want to rise and help her but stifle the urge and pretend to sleep as she struggles to steer around furniture and dogs.
We have hit the dreaded plateau in her recovery where we know she is going to reside for a time. She is more animated now and rereads the get-well cards repeatedly. She doesn’t recall reading them before, but she knows the people that sent them. The same with the bills. She knows some must be paid and others should wait but doesn’t remember having gone through them a day earlier.
When I did arise, someone had started the coffee and opened the drapes, and Snook was watching the neighbors from the sofa with her morning coffee. She remembers our morning ritual of coffee cake and coffee that I have now combined with taking the morning vitals and medicines, and she quickly followed me to the kitchen for that. That is an important time for her, and I sure don’t want to miss it.
Today is pill sorting day when we fill up the pill boxes for the upcoming week. There are so many. I managed to get mine sorted, and Amber sorted Snooks, so one chore down. We have tons of medical waste that needs to get emptied this day, and that will be my major contribution to orderliness. A few other chores, checking the mails again, then lunch. If I keep prep simple, I can fix our lunch, but as soon as I get over creative, I quickly discover my limits. So it is mostly pre-prepared foods and dips.
The upcoming week will be a bit easier with two medical visits mid-week, one for me and one for Snookums. I am very sick of that place. Snook will have a follow up visit with the neurologist. Her home nursing will also start next week with two visits by the nurse, two PT visits, and possibly a speech therapist. I was thinking about occupational therapy for her too, but the nurse suggested that it would be better to do it as a fine tuning to the physical therapy. I am mixed with that but will go along with it for a time.
Housekeeping has never been my strong suit, so I am checking into getting a little help with lite housekeeping. Snook has always been a plugger and has never liked clutter. That’s why she married a clutterer. It is the natural order of things ….
So my life has changed, and I must change with it. I am not feeling all that confident …