Health Report: Inching along without a walker upstairs during the day. Small stretches only. I have no desire to trip and fall then do this all over again. My cough, truly kennel cough, is lessened with pills, inhalers, nostrums, and potions. Since I am not coughing all night long, I sleep better. Oh, hurrah.
I’d jump up and down cheering all the while if I could. But I won’t.
No bending my hip at more than 90 degrees…the hip will pop out. Later I can bend over, but not yet. G bought the very best of the pincher-pickup things. Thanks to this tool, I can put on pants, under pants, pull up covers, and best of all pick up the masses of things I drop. And I drop everything.
No crossing my legs either. I couldn’t do that to start with thanks to the lymphedema. Now, no crossing because the new hip might dislocate.
What I can do is walk…with my walker-with-a-seat…to the corner of the block….twice a day. I can climb down two flights of stairs, and up them again. We have lift off indeed. Walking half way around the blog is next. I walked into Tar-Jay yesterday…gripping G’s arm and a cane. That was beyond exciting. We bought school things for Zoe, and, after reading Vogue, I added a little denim jacket.
Hope is such a wonderful song.
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