Well, the doctor did tell me to use the walker, at least till I meet with the rehab specialist. I rang this week and he doesn’t accept my insurance, However, he will see me at a clinic. Tom doesn’t like that but we are just going to have to suck it up and go.
I have been unable to go to the gym this week as Tom is on another binge. Aside from the fact that the gym and liquor store are in the same center, he’s been too drunk to really go out in public. It is what it is. So, as an alternate measure and part of my plan anyway, I have been doing the stair stepper as much as possible. The most I’ve reached is 6600 steps, not enough.
So, what I did on Thursday, was lock the room door. It is the only room in the house with a door. This allowed me to do some thinking, writing, reading and even watch programs that I like while I did the stepper. I did get a bit wobbly. Tom spent most of the day passed out. After 5, I unlocked the door. Dunno why. Just did. And years ago, he did destroy the door so it’s not like it means anything except symbolically.
The last few weeks I have felt myself deteriorating. Ever optimistic, I have tried to attribute it to the intense stress that I have been under as well as the lack of activity. In order for me to take control, I took the walker out from behind the door yesterday. I need to practice with it before I use it outside and frankly, I needed the extra support. I almost never use the spectral leg or cane in the house but I guess life is beginning to change. I struggled not to weep. How did this ever come to pass? How can I consider this a viable option?
It happens sometime after you become an adult. You walk down the street and see a reflection in a window. Who is that adult that resembles you if you were grown up? Wait a minute! It’s you and you are grown up. The next step is inevitable. You catch sight of yourself and…. Yes, I see a little, fragile, misshapen old lady. How the hell did that happen?
It’s after 5 and I felt a bit weakish. I didn’t have the cane in my tiny room. I went to sit down and somehow I didn’t sit on the chair correctly, lost my balance and fell. I fall well but still make all kinds of noises along the way down. Tom had been passed out in the other room. He rushed in bloodshot eyes and all. This man does not wake up well in the best of times. I was flat on my back on the floor. There’s an upside to everything. Due to drunkenness, I had a bag filled with bags of tea on the floor. It was supposed to have been taken upstairs and out of the way. I can no longer go upstairs without help so it was lying there. Lucky! My head hit tea instead of the floor. So there I was. I wasn’t hurt but couldn’t move. This is a man with three sisters and I think he might have played with dolls or maybe not because he has no concept of how real limbs work. I literally can’t sit up. First order of business is to get me upright. He pulled but I have no strength at all apparently in my core. I slid back down. It took awhile to explain I needed something to hold onto to keep me in a seated position. We get there. Next step is get me to stand or into a chair. Ha! This is when I discovered my right leg no longer works. It cannot bend . I cannot even cry. Picture this. Sometimes, I have problems getting out of the tub. I lift my right leg with my arm. If it doesn’t stay up, Tom comes in and lifts it for me. I explained to Tom that we were going to have to do the same action but not in the tub. He was still fuddled. Back to I do not have doll limbs. The video would have gone viral. Somehow, we got both legs bent. Then I flipped over like a bug. Somehow, I managed to pull myself up onto the chair. Tom stumbled back to bed.
This was a pretty devastating evening. I knew I had deteriorated but not to this point. I guess I need to buy one of those I’ve fallen and can’t get up devices. I am so scared and frightened. I WILL NOT BE IMMOBILE. I WILL DANCE AGAIN. I must be delusional. The only thing to do is fight harder Someone just told me today, in another matter, that my persistence paid off. I guess I need to keep it up. I am losing strength all around and crashing
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A difficult read – so sorry to hear that you are struggling so much 😦 I got myself a personal alarm thing to help me if I fall and am on my own, I haven’t needed to use it yet but it helps to know it’s there. Stay strong 💪 x
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