
A patio chair with arms, converted using a couple of hard (extremely glamorous) cushions into the perfect post hip surgery place to sit. We are very creative, and too cheap to buy a proper office waiting room chair. I hope we are able to disassemble it and let it go when the time comes.
My November Day Seven
Our house looks like some kind of strange geriatric bomb hit it. Pieces of furniture are shoved to the side to make wide enough spaces for a walker to pass through without knocking things over. We have crutches propped in a corner, a fancy high-rise toilet conversion thing in the bathroom and a sit down bath tub/shower seat which we will be trying out shortly. There are pills everywhere. And bandages and surgical tape and alcohol wipes and instructions and information all over the place. W has a special sling for putting around his foot to help him lift his leg up on to the bed, and a long-handled grabber apparatus to pick things up off the floor and help him get dressed.
W is giving himself the injections he needs once a day (I am SO thankful I don’t have to do that for him) but I get to change the dressing on his incision. Lucky me. There are thirty-one staples and yes, I made him wait while I counted them. Then I shot sterile saline across the room because the valve was stuck and scared the crap out of him. Surprisingly enough, nursing was not a career I ever considered.
Before I went out this morning to pick up another prescription I tried to make sure everything he might need was accessible and within reach. He told me not to worry, he had his hooker beside him on the bed. So that is now what we are calling the long-handled picker-upper thing. Can’t wait to explain that one to the kids.
I hope none of this sounds like complaining, because that is not at all what I mean to do. Compared to the frightening impossibly hard journeys other people must face, this is really nothing. We will carry on carrying on.
There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.
Guy Gavriel Kay
Sounds like you are making a very welcoming place for Mr. W 🙂
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One day at a time is the most likely way to proceed with all this and hopefully not too many surprises hidden around corners.
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didn’t sound like whining to me. sounded like, “just the facts Ma’am just the facts” ! loved the ‘hooker’ lol great for a Sunday morning chuckle 🙂
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I hope the healing moves along quickly!
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Doesn’t sound at all like complaing. Sounds like you’re coping with a new situation with the same humour you show here and that gets you through all sorts. Sounds as if yer man’s got his share of it too with the hooker renaming! Best of luck to both of you while the healing goes on. Most nurses I know (my eldest included) have an amazing sense of humour. Might have missed your vocation. 😉
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I didn’t read it as complaining, but just as a description of how it is, hookers and all. Carry on carrying on!
Alison
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Funny post! Why don’t you make one of your collages out of all the items you described? And good to see (the chair) you haven’t sacrificed style for function. : )
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I hope he’s feeling better very soon and your home can be placed back in order. I thought the quote was most appropriate…:)
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Sounds like that humor thing is coming in handy! lol! 😳😄😉😜😁😪
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Life is challenging as well as changing… the only thing is how we face it..
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I am hoping time and some comfort will eventually help your hip to heal and pain to fade. Sometimes we all need to lean on each other, never apologize. 🙂
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Everyone needs a helpful hooker from time to time! Glad to hear you’re both able to carry on carrying on.
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smiles and healing humour vibes you go!!!!! ☺️✌️
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