Sunday, November 24, 2024

SUNDAY, WITH COMMENTARY

What? Another update?

When you're alone all week trapped in a wheelchair, there's plenty of time to think and blog.

It's now been a year since I was discharged from physical therapy rehab and sent home. I don't recall the exact date but it was a few days before Thanksgiving.

Between the long hospital stay and rehab, I was away from home for six months.

It wasn't an easy transition. It was difficult and strange, trying to settle into some sort of normalcy.

It required some help and reassurance.

Lately I've been having an extremely upsetting setback due to serious back and spinal problems. Annoying, depressing, and frightening.

I don't give up easily. I'll survive.

My blogger friends are unanimous in saying that I should accept any help that's offered - - instead of struggling to do everything myself.

Even though I'm obstinate, stubborn, and annoyingly difficult - - I agree and fully understand their concern.

When I got out of rehab, I received help from a lot of people and couldn't have survived without it.

A group of home care nurses cleaned my kitchen and most of the house. 

A church group cleaned up all the trash in my garage and on the back porch. They also repaired a broken pipe in the kitchen and hauled away the old refrigerator.

A rock and gravel company put in a gravel driveway for free - - and another church group made a gravel walkway to my front porch.

A community service group from Cookeville fixed a broken water pipe under the house and installed a new toilet for free.

A nurse and her family brought me food and fresh fruit every Sunday.

I was completely overwhelmed, feeling that I didn't deserve such kindness.

Don't think that I never accepted help.

I'm fiercely independent. Some people enjoy sitting around, letting others do all the work. I want to do as much as I possibly can - - if it means crawling on my belly past death's door. It's my nature.

This past week was one helluva challenge. I'm still struggling. A lot.

On Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday I was ravaged with such excruciating back, hip, and leg pain that I couldn't do anything. Had no food or water. Existed solely on a case of Pepsi that was by my wheelchair in the living room.

Late Tuesday afternoon I finally got my prescription meds. That night I managed to get my wheelchair into the hall where the doorway to the dining area is. The dining area is on a higher level than the hallway, so I can't just wheel in.

Somehow I was able to reach in and open the refrigerator door. I grabbed ham, cheese, and an apple. My first "meal" in three days.

By Wednesday night I was extremely frustrated. I was determined to get into the kitchen, if it was the last thing I did on earth.

I managed to push the wheelchair into the dining area. I got a can of ravioli from a shelf and literally shuffled and stumbled to the stove. Grabbed a nearby pan and heated it.

Food! I could hardly believe it.

And I continued this nightly ritual on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.

It's now Sunday.

I've taken the last of my prednisone pills - - and they were nearly worthless. They alleviated the sciatica nerve pain, but my hip and back are still in excruciating pain.

I tried to sleep in my bed last night but the pain was so intense that I could only endure an hour.......

I crawled back to the wheelchair.

My biggest concern - -

I have extreme difficulty trying to stand and my right leg is useless. The only way I can attempt to walk is to slowly shuffle my left leg and drag along my right leg. 

Cute. I'm doing a great imitation of Quasimodo.

I could tell you horror stories that happened to me yesterday but I've said enough. And I don't want anyone to faint.

Life is one helluva bitch but I'm not giving up yet.

It's been cold. Frost in the morning and recently there were snow flurries.

Thanks for reading this. I hate to be a downer, but I sure don't have much to smile about.

Luv, Jon


I opened the door early this morning (in my wheelchair) and took this pic. Trees are bare and you can see the hills beyond.


 Belated thanks for all your comments on previous post!

15 comments:

  1. Thank you for letting us know what's going on, Jon. I'm astounded at the will power you wrested from somewhere deep within. Speaking of which, I truly believe in the power of prayer. Doing so right now.

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    1. Things have been going so bad that only the power of prayer will help me. Thanks, Myra

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  2. I remember my dad always saying, "I wish I could walk again. I would give anything ..." Your terrible health issues remind me so of him and how he struggled. I feel for you, Jon - I honestly do. And I am glad you are a fighter (just as my dad was also!). BRAVE. That is what you are - BRAVE.

    It always amazes me how much we can endure in the worst of circumstances. I, like everyone else, am thinking of you everyday.



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    1. Life is filled with completely unexpected things. I always thought "It will never happen to me." I'm frustrated and devastated, as I'm sure your father was.
      I put on a brave front, but the raw reality is that I'm frightened. I have no clue what will happen. I've already been through enough.....it's a challenge.
      Thank, Kim. Your thoughts are really appreciated.

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  3. Sciatica pain is no joke, and mine was not nearly as bad as yours. I have no words to help with your pain, but thinking of you and praying for you. Hopefully the pain will ease soon. Take care, Sheila

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    1. I'm so thoroughly tired of doctors and hospitals. I'd rather suffer at home.....if I can.
      Thanks for your thoughts and prayers, Sheila.

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  4. Want something to take your mind off things? Look up Bob Joyce on You Tube. He's a minister, but people say he's Elvis Presley. Take a look...

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    1. I think that made you laugh. Did that make you laugh?

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    2. I checked him out on YouTube - - and I actually like his singing.
      I smiled, but didn't laugh much....

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  5. I hear that you've accepted help, and I get it's so hard for an independent spirit to do that. But -- this may be your new normal. And people actually like to help. One of my friends told me, in a resistant place of my own, that accepting help is a social service!

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    1. People truly do enjoy helping others. I never thought of accepting help is a social service. Food for thought!

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  6. I had been waiting for news from you. I sure wish it was better news, though.

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    1. I'm hoping for some eventual good news. I enjoyed seeing your video with the goats, but didn't comment.
      Good to hear from you, Donna.

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  7. I've been worried about you.. but I understand. The more I encourage my siblings to do something the less they hear me, so I'm just going to accept the fact that you know what you're doing and you'll know if/when you need ask for help. Praying that things work out like you need for them too. Hugs to you, Louise.

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    1. It's always an uphill struggle, isn't it? I'm sorry that your siblings aren't eager to help. I have no siblings and many people think that's fortunate. I do have numbers to call when I need help, which is encouraging.
      I know you're going through very difficult times. Take care, prayers and hugs.

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