Tumbling

I've been trying to keep a good attitude throughout my recovery time -- even forcing myself to be chipper -- but I won't lie. Everything about this recovery is hard. This morning I took a tumble -- off the toilet seat of all places. I took the toilet seat with me and landed in an awkward position between the toilet and the bathtub. I've been using the "boys' room" because my bathroom has a weird little wall that bisects the bathroom, making it nearly impossible to manuever the knee scooter around. I banged myself up a bit, but I was so focused on getting back up -- I have this great fear of falling over and not having my phone nearby, in which case it could be a long time before anyone came to help -- that I'm not sure exactly what I hurt. I'm sure I'll see bruises tomorrow that will let me know.

Bathing is do difficult that I've all but given up. Perhaps this is too much information, but the last time I washed my hair and attempted to wash all of me was Friday. It's simply exhausting, and even if I manage, I don't think I do a very good job. I've been doing laundry, only because my bulky foot wrap leaves me with few wardrobe options. I just started the dishwasher. Loading it was difficult because of the weird angle I need to be in to load it -- the wheels on the scooter get in the way -- and now all I can think about is having to unload it in a few hours. My muscles are less sore than they were at first, which is a nice side benefit; it means that they're getting stronger from the "squats and dips" I need to perform to get on and off the scooter.

Thanks for letting me vent. I needed that. You know I'm all about the positive, finding the silver lining or at the very least making the effort to keep a smile on my face and a grateful focus in my heart. Some days it's just harder than others. Maybe my little rant here will free me up to get back to sunny.