My physical capacity is back in a gradual (rather than last week’s rapid) decline. I can still shower myself, if I take care of it quickly. I have several diagnostic tests and doctor visits scheduled in the next three days. I start each day with a mild tranquilizer, which helps. As often as not, that’s enough for the day. I’m sleeping long nights, plus naps. Minimal pain. My therapist has suggested he’s willing to make house calls — I’m sure I’ll take him up on within the next couple of weeks.
But all that said, my spirits are up the last couple of days. My ER visit wasn’t intended as a cry for attention, but it seems to have worked as one. It’s accelerating the tests needed and specialists seen.
Jalan is going to be in the room with me for the internist tomorrow. She has a better sense than I do of what the progression is, and has some medical background to know which questions to ask.
I can’t do much other than move between bed, recliner, and bathroom, but we’re catching up on TV-watching (more than I’ve watched in years) and having lots of good snuggling and talking. And the fear’s been in abeyance.
Could be (and has been) worse. Wonderful social support from all directions helps.