Anniversary

Today is the one-year anniversary of me getting hit by a bus. At first I was going to call this post Unhappy Anniversary, but then, I'm alive, so thought I would call it Happy Anniversary.

But this week has been so shitty I figured I'd leave off both modifiers.

Jerry has Covid, which has basically left me as a prisoner of the fourth floor. Most of the day in the bedroom with a brief sojourn down the hall to the TV room to watch two episodes of Occupied. Norway gets occupied by Russia. Cheery, eh?

I did get out of the house for PT and OT. OT is going well but PT is another story. The blisters on my residual leg have turned to scabs. But even when they clear it is doubtful I will be able to wear my prosthesis. It would likely cause more blisters which could have an impact on my scheduled osseointegration surgery date at the end of July.

And after my physical therapist, for the I don't know how many times, repeated instructions several times with that I think you're not going to do what I say look, I said to him, "You don't trust me." He sputtered some response but didn't really deny it. So next time I tell him I think I need to switch physical therapists. That will be easier said than done, because very few are trained to work with amputees. But there are a couple at Hopkins, and if it means going to Columbia or Greenspring, so be it.

We had originally planned to go out to dinner to celebrate the anniversary of me not dying, but instead we will have leftover Indian food. And I will likely see if Jerry can help me get to the shower, though I'm not really sure I care how dirty my hair is.

Next week is our wedding anniversary. We are going out to dinner with our neighbors, Ray and Irene, who have really been there for us through all this. When no one has Covid we get together with them twice a week-- takeout Tuesday and Sunday night popcorn and movie streaming. I am so thankful they have been consistently part of our lives. Our weekly dinners started when I was getting chemo.

I have no doubt once Jerry is healthy life will get better. While I won't be able to walk up and down the hall for several months, once I can it will be without pain and blisters. My right arm is getting stronger and more flexible. It won't be long before I'm back in the kitchen chopping onions.

So yeah, while this has been a shitty week, I need to remember I'm still here, I'm getting stronger, and I've got a few friends who are here for me.

so, okay. Happy Anniversary.