I’m home from the hospital and the rehab center. Now I have a visiting nurse and an occupational therapist that come here 2 times a week. Both give me exercises to do to bring me back to where I was before the fall I took. I have a list of doctor’s appointments for the time between today and through July.
They always ask what my pain level is on a scale from 1 to 10. It’s been as high as an 8-9 and as low as 3-4. Each day is different; today is a 5 on the scale.
Each day I have a selection of pills to take to reduce the pain levels, but there’s little reduction from the pain. My daughter Annie is staying with me to help me and keep me on a daily schedule. Without her, I couldn’t be home alone and keep up on everything going on.
The pain moving around the house is bad enough, but I’m noticing my brian is not what it should be these days. It’s been slowly coming on prior to the fall, but with the fall I also hit my head on the concrete and that has added to the brain fog I’m having. They x-rayed my hip and my head. My head didn’t show any damage, so I guess it’s just my age that’s slowly diminishing my cognitive functions.
It is what it is and what it shall be. My better days are behind me. It’s been a hell of a ride, a life I wouldn’t trade for all the gold in Fort Knox. I’ve had more fun and adventure, seen more places, had an exciting 10 years and 8 months in the navy, that I enjoyed, had so much enjoyment, 27 years on the farm, married the most wonderful woman I ever met, had a daughter that has always been good to me. I couldn’t ask for more than I’ve had in any lifetime.
I hope to get back to my normal writing and posting, but it may be a while; I can’t even tell what I will do tomorrow.
Brother Bill
