I slept the best I have slept since I have come here. Woke up briefly at 3, basically slept through the blood draw, and they woke me up at 7:45. I had breakfast in my room and almost had an epic fail. Went to take a bite of peanut butter toast and realized that it was real bread. We got gluten free and all was good.
Did my ADL with Ashley this morning. I showered and then we had a long discussion and institutions on how to shave my armpits. Having strokes I did not realize I would become a contortionist. I would love to video me putting on my bra for your laughing pleasure but since it would have to include my breasts, you all miss out. I must say watching it the mirror that it is quite amusing.
Today Ron and the crew will be down. They will be working with them on floor transfers and with Ron doing the stairs. Ron is ready to have me home for a platitude of reasons but mostly he is tired of being a single parent. The kiddos are trying his patience and acting up quite a bit.
I am negotiating with one of the churches to do part of the service Sunday. I understand their viewpoint but know I need to feel some normalcy.
Tomorrow is my performance day. I have to go through and show them everything I have been taught to do. So today is a bust my hump day and do as much as I possibly can and ask questions and prepare myself.
Charging my iPod. One elderly male patient loves to hum songs. We call it serenading. Walter knows no words just hums. Sweetest old guy ever. Today he was humming Tannebaum otherwise known as O Christmas Tree, and now that song is stuck in my head.
I see a lot of new faces coming in and I see a bit of me in them. The me when I first got here. I see some that are so angry and defeated. For those I always pray. Walter said it best about someone yesterday, “too bad he can’t be happy, it would be so much easier.”. Bless his heart, he said it right. I am luckily that I have stayed happy and tightly to my relationship with my Jesus. I think of the book,”The Shack” and the images the author used to portray, the father, son and holy spirit. How those brought comfort to the character. I may not view God, as a large black woman but I view him differently than each of you. How I view the three in one is an intimate to me. God as the loving father, my Abba, who I can run to comfort. Jesus as my mentor and friend who lovingly guides me and gently scolds me, the Holy Spirit as my Jiminy Cricket and my gift giver. These are my views which I have held dear to in this hospital journey and the views I will have as I continue my journey of recovery at home. That I’ll be the hard part on this marathon.
Thank you all for your cards, emails, phone calls, gifts and mostly your prayers. I could not do it without you.