NOte: Some readers may miss my daily story. Some may think I am unwelll.True. had knee surgery De. 12. Surgery went well. Recovery has not been
all sweetness and light. No time to write. I spend my time doing physical exercises to reduce pain and hasten recovery. Bumpy road with little sleep. Hate the pain.
alan
So here I am one month after knee surgery with one of the
Queensway hospital physio persons. Her name is Eva and her body must be made off
rubber . My body is not made of rubber. It is made of old bone broken nerve connections. When I was young a Junkman cruised our streets yelling “Rags, bones and bottles”…if he was around here today Marjorie might boost me on with alll the other junk.
I could not resist. Why would she do that? Her work load is enormous. She does everything including my socks, shoes and more delicate things. All because of those
two little words…”I do.”
“ If you do the exercises three times a day you will walk again”, Alan .” says Eva.
(note the word “if”)
In other words I am responsible for my own recovery. Not so sure I’m up to the task.
Since entering the hospital on December 12, 2023 my muscles have weakened.Seem to have gone looking
for a better body. That says a lot for loyalty. Muscles like good bodies Not my body
They are only around for the good times
Today, January 20, 20 4, I need a walker to move from room to room.
Today it took me 24 minutes to put on my underwearl and
pants with Marjorie’s help loosening sock tops from baby toes.
Today my life is circumscribed by a 15 x15 foot room. No grand vistas of the
Fifth line of Erim tpwmship. Like our cat, Chelsea Bun, I perch beside the windows
and watch the sqirrels revel in their freedom.
Today,,,”CUT THE SELF-PITY, ALAN!”, my mind screams.
‘YOU LIVE WELL
ONLY PROBLEM YOU FACE IS A LOST KNEECAP”
Today there are people sleeping in door ways…over heat vents wrapped in
vermen laden sleeping bags. No care givers. No income. No rainbow at the end
of the road. Only escape for some is an overdose on opioids.
HOW MY TIME IS SPENT
So I spend a lot of time counting lame Canadians. people like me or far
worse than me.There are lots of them pushing their walkers in roof clad malls
as we will do wen the pain eases.
We have four walkers. one for the first floor, one for the second floor and a
hey duty machine for city streets.. and one for spare parts. All bought from our
local Salvation Army Departmntt store. Two of them have fake headlights thanks to
the advice from Caroline Laughton who whispered “You will need portable urinals.”
So Marjorie bought four (two for regular need and two for emergency need).
I remembered my brother’s advice …”Never pass a washroom … do so at your own
peril.”
‘ENOUGH, ALAN…MORE THN ENOUGH
alan skeoch
Jan. 22, 2024
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