Impatient Patient in Packrat

I’m NOT a patient patient; I’m not patient even when well. I don’t like coming to work part time; I feel I just get started on something and then have to cut it off. Right now, though, I come in just enough not to get overly tired. Everyone tells me that it’ll be about six months before I feel like myself because I was in bed or a wheelchair for three; I thought that I’d be able to go because of all that “rest”, but ED had a leg injury that landed him in the hospital and said while not using it the muscles atrophy and have to work themselves out. Great.

I’m also tired of getting my bandages changed; it takes the nurses here nearly an hour to do what my home health nurses could do in five minutes, so at the end of my work day I still have another hour to go. I’m tired of wearing the boot, which is heavy on my foot, and getting it wrapped because the bandages make my foot a little higher than my other leg so my walk is affected.

I’m tired of being tired. I started to clean out my cat room but didn’t get as far along as I normally could because I tire easily. Allergies have something to do with that as well. I’m tired of feeling limited. I’m tired of feeling that I want to get out and about but knowing I’ll get tired if I attempt it.

I know if I’m a good girl and do as Dr. C says I’ll heal completely and I can already see that what he said would happen has. I think part of my malady is that I’m no longer too tired, sick, or drugged up not to care; I can, as they say, “see the barn doors” but I still have to get there. I’m sooooo very close and yet still on my way.

My car is already healed; it’s such a pleasure to drive when it runs well. I don’t have to stomp on my clutch or the gas to keep it from dying on me the way it did three times in the city. The old boy keeps going!

While cleaning I found areas where my cats used other places other than their litter box; the lady who helps us doesn’t clean as thoroughly as I do, and if the box isn’t clean the cats will go elsewhere. I’ve at least taken that back over. Many of my books have been ruined as a result. One that survived intact was a biography of U2 - U2: The Unforgettable Fire. I’m reading that now - I’ll try to keep my U2 comments to a minimum so none of you have to fear reading my entries or start rolling your eyes at me. But we grew up together; they’re only two and three years older than I am.

I’m too young to feel this old!

Last updated June 21, 2017