On More Markers..
Scary moment, my oxygen machine / refrigerator / tank malfunctioned and quit working in the middle of the night. My hero Charles managed to do a work around with a stand alone tank so I lived to fight another day. The company replaced the hulk this afternoon.
I got ambitious this morning – determined to accomplish more of the markers discussed yesterday – and made us whole grain sourdough pancakes for breakfast (marker). My body is still trying to recover from 22 days of horrible nutrition at the hospital. I really wish I knew how to break into that system and revamp it completely – it is impossible to heal with all that prepacked, processed food that comes with the “hospital heart healthy diet.” Most of the ingredients look like they were taken from a 6 year old’s lunchbox.
I had my post-hospital discharge appointment with the pulmonologist today. So, after breakfast, I had another unassisted shower (marker).
Then came the dilemma. I haven’t left the house without a bra on since standing in the middle of the Sears lingerie department while my mother tested training bras on me outside my blouse, while amused shoppers watched; and I’m probably too old to start now. I also knew that I would be going for an xray and if I wore a traditional bra, I would have to take it off to do that. If I wore a sports bra, they could take the x-ray straight through my shirt. I pulled a sports bra from the drawer and pulled it over my head, onto my post-shower damp body where it rolled and immediately got stuck right around the arm pits. Add insult to injury, my oxygen line and a generous bit of hair from the back of my head were rolled up in there, too. What was I thinking? Putting a sports bra on a moist body was next to impossible in the first place, without the added complications. With the oxygen line wrapped up in the bra, it was pulled away from my face and the oxygen was spraying into my ear. I tried to back out the way I went in without much success and felt sweat trickling down my back. Oh great! More moisture!
I called out Charles’ name, but with the bathroom fan on and two closed doors between us, the sound didn’t go very far. I tried again to pull the bra down, then up, then down, like an attempt to rock out a car stuck in ice. With every up and down, hair was being pulled from my head, but the air line was loosening up. Finally, everything gave way and the bra was were it needed to be (MARKER).
I walked from the house to the car (marker) and from the car to registration (marker) from registration to x-ray (marker). I regretted not bringing the shiny new walker because the walk from x-ray to the doctor office was quite long. I allowed Charles to call for a wheelchair.
At home after, I took a nap. I had the delicious curry dish my nephew made us for dinner.
Now, I have to get this bra off (marker).
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