I am home and adjusting to my new energy level and all of my restrictions.
When I got home Sunday evening I had to stop to rest halfway up the stairs both times I went up.
Monday I was feeling much more energetic, unpacking, reading my mail, opening mail order packages (I swear I’m going to stop shopping!) and dealing with some prescription and appointment issues (it’s always something!). Sarah came over in the morning and picked up my prescriptions for me. Of course the one that was most essential was not there, mephron. Mephron is the antibiotic I need to take to keep from getting pneumonia. It is by far the most disgusting medication I have ever taken. It looks like something they would have made for Nickelodeon, it is a neon yellow, thick oral suspension (why not a pill? why?!?!) that tastes like banana-flavored paint thinner. This is not an exaggeration, that is EXACTLY what it tastes like. So in my “it takes a village fashion” after several phone calls (the pharmacy in Boston, the unit where I was inpatient, CVS locally, etc.) and several hours later my mom had to go out to a different pharmacy and bring me the mephron.
Later in the afternoon Sarah “walked” me. I am supposed to walk daily, but not alone. (I will go over all/most of the restrictions at a later date, I don’t have the energy for it yet. But suffice it to say that any of them taken alone don’t seem onerous, but once you start layering them – oy vey!) Yesterday we went to the beach in East Haven, very manageable. But I insisted on collecting shells. Squatting down, getting back up, over and over again. After a while I realized that I shouldn’t be doing that and stopped.
This brings us to this morning. I felt like I had been run over by a truck. I had to rest in between the tiny steps of whatever I was doing. My legs were sore. I was totally exhausted. Sarah came to take me to an appointment I had at Smilow for a blood draw and if needed, a transfusion of blood products (platelets or red blood cells). I was sure I would need red blood cells. Well, let’s say I was sure that I needed a transfusion, or I did too much on Monday or a combination of the two. So, I probably did too much – no transfusions needed – which is actually good news!
Sarah and I headed to Trumbull to pick up Minka and made a quick pit stop at my sister-in-law Lynn’s summer rental on the beach in Milford to drop off a plate that had been at my house. Great to see her and a bonus as my mother-in-law Lillian and other sister-in-law Tobi stopped by too!
It is so good to have Minka home (of course there are more rules and restrictions connected with her). There is nothing like a sleepy dog as your partner in crime while you are supposed to be resting.