Between a Rock and a Bedpan

My caregiver, who has been coming on Wednesdays and Fridays, is having a difficult pregnancy and had to quit. Her boss, who runs the small agency has filled in, but Jerry and I are looking hard at what I really need.

My biggest issue, and really my only issue, is getting to the portable commode, or if I am in bed, using the bedpan. A friend who works from home is set up to come on Mondays. She came this past Monday and the one time I needed a bedpan everything was fine. oh, and she also made me a sandwich for lunch. She runs a small nonprofit so the bit of extra income is helpful, and she can work undisturbed.

If I could find three Annies our problems would be solved. For me, it really is perfect. No one is hovering; no one is trying to invent things to do. I can read, relax, without worry that I have someone in the house to keep busy.

I am months away from being able to bear weight on my arms. The frustration is overwhelming. My left leg is kickass strong. That my arms are taking so long to heal is demoralizing. And depressing.

I saw x-rays of my right arm this week. The plate in there is massive, held in place by lots of screws. No wonder it is so painful. I am considering going back to acupuncture to see if that might help the pain and mobility.

Aside from this new wrinkle, life is getting better. After OT yesterday Jerry and I went to Gertrude's for lunch. I had a soft crab! And once again, sitting at a table in a restaurant made me feel normal.

Jerry will be home from teaching soon, and we will brainstorm how we can get through this next chapter.

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