Well, I got out of the rehab hospital last Wednesday. Appt last Friday with my primary care physician, appt with my endocrinologist yesterday, home health will be here on Tuesday to do a safety recon to see if my house is safe to live in by myself in my reduced state. After that, 4 weeks of additional therapy in home, three sessions a week in both physical and occupational therapy. Plus more visits to my podiatrist and gastric surgeon. It’s going to be a hell of a holiday season.
Still weak as a kitten, extended standing (like 10 or 15 minutes) leaves me exhausted). I lost 100 lbs after my bypass, regained 40 of it during Covid, and lost 30 of the 40 during the month in the hospital. I reckon that rapid of a weight loss might be partially responsible for my weakness.
Currently have around 10 prescription bottles sitting on the end table of which I take up to 6 pills per day. Nothing to interest Hippo unless he’s into super loose bowels. Fortunately, only a 15 day cycle on this and most of those won’t be renewed.
Only my parents are in my area (75 miles each way); everyone else is up in Mass or Rhode Island. I ain’t recovered any near enough even to make the relatively short drive to see my folks, who are in their 80s. My old man is currently awaiting cataract surgery and is practically blind until that happens next month. So, my Thanksgiving meal will consist of a bowl of tomato basil soup, half a real grilled cheese sandwich, and maybe a 4 oz cup of vanilla Blue Bell for dessert.
I wonder if the quitting booze has anything to do with my weakness/dizziness and loss of balance. After 40+ years of drinking regularly (and often heavily). Also, my diabeteez has almost disappeared. I’ve stopped taking insulin.
All this typing has me wore out. More to come. I’ll be following along with the bouncing ball here as much as possible today.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all, and thanks for letting me hang out here.