Thirty-one walks, thirty-one posts.
I was really hoping to make it to the front porch today. But after a rough night of pain with very little sleep, it was another day of walking around the living room and up and down the short hallway.
The morning started off as the night had been, gray and rainy, but by afternoon the sun was shining. Through the kitchen window, I watched a squirrel clamber around our old playscape and people enjoying the weather on the hike-and-bike beyond our yard. Inside, I was wearing a path between my bed, the living room armchair, and the dining room table.
The pain pump is empty, which means my husband gets to help me remove the catheters. Despite the instruction sheets saying it should be a fairly painless procedure, I'm still a bit nervous about it. Once it's done, though, I am cleared for normal showering--and a shower may be just the ticket to feeling one step closer to normal.
Take it one day at a time. I hope you're able to get some fresh air tomorrow and that sleep treats you well tonight.
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