WIGGLING MY FINGERS IN THE WIND in Postcards 4
- March 2, 2017, 4:02 p.m.
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February 26: Golden light and incoming storm.
February 23: They took me with more questions about my breathing, and they let me have G’s company until the last few minutes. I awoke to a thick wrapping of bandages on my left hand, and a football on my right. I thought I could tough it out with Tylenol. Not. Two Percocet’s put me out for the next two days.
February 24: George bought a bidet. It worked well with even one pill in me morning and night. Learning how to live using my left hand became all important. Napped all day. I curled up and skimmed books under my quilt. Mindlessly. Between too many meals. He spoiled me.
February 25: Began making big inroads into the giant bag of donated mysteries discovering along the way that I couldn’t be friendly with CIA hero types. One long nap. Trying to eat less. Trying not to have himself pull up my pant layers.
February 26: Found I could type with one finger; that I could stay awake long enough to read blogs and world news. Started a small photo project…taking a photo a day from my nest of pillows. Tylenol 3 times a day while holding my hands above heart level and wiggling my fingers to reduce the swelling.
GypsyWynd ⋅ March 02, 2017
Glad to hear you're recuperating. wiggles fingers back at you
Katren...In Conclusion ⋅ March 02, 2017
XXOO
Zipster ⋅ March 02, 2017
Good idea that bidet, for now and the future. We love ours.
Hope the pain recedes soon and your dexterity returns.
NorthernSeeker ⋅ March 02, 2017
Sorry to hear that you have been suffering so much. Pain and drugs do not equal good times. I hope you improve and find some fun in life again.
Hillbilly Princess ⋅ March 03, 2017
NorthernSeeker ⋅ March 03, 2017
We are up to March 3rd today...how are you doing? Reading anything good?
MageB NorthernSeeker ⋅ March 03, 2017
the new francis wasn't bad.
Deleted user ⋅ March 09, 2017
I am ashamed to admit I do not even really know how to use a bidet :-)