Today is a day I am thankful for in so many ways.
It was just a year ago that I fell, fracturing my left hip. After surgery and a post operative pain medication that caused me complications, I ended up in CCU. Fortunately, with the help and guidance of all three of my sons and one particular doctor, they were able to get me on a path to being able to be discharged from the hospital after a few of weeks.
From there, I entered a rehabilitation facility where I had physical therapy and other forms of therapy to get my body functioning again, and helping me to resume an independent lifestyle. It was a difficult experience sharing a room with someone that may have been mentally ill. She had no clue that her television was always loud. Sometimes she just wanted to talk incessantly about nothing at all. My state of mind was not able to just ignore it all, and so they prescribed an anti-anxiety medication to help me cope.
My sons and extended family members came to visit and called, giving me lots of loving words and inspiration to keep hanging in and pushing forward. On December 27th, I was finally discharged from the rehabilitation center and went back home to living in my Independent Living apartment.
From then, I had my meals delivered and a Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) come twice-a-week for my showers, and to help around the apartment with things like doing my laundry.
I can tell you this, it’s kind of hard to get used to not having a shower every day or being able to do it yourself. It seems the word “embarrassed” is no longer available to me these days.
While it has been a long torturous experience, I am grateful to be alive and where I am today.