Transitioning

 I thought once I was able to leave the facility, I don't know what I thought really.  That I would instantly be better?  NOT  and of course I am learning the hard way.  I haven't hurt myself, but I have pushed way to hard and then I spend days recovering.  Even to the point of having to take a Tylenol or 2.  And movement seems to upset the tummy. So reality sets in and I tell myself to slooooow down. I am not used to doing that.  It continues to be part of my new life, LOL  

A new life?  And that is? What?  Scary days, sleeplessness, leg weakness, depression.  I found out that I was only given half dosages on my antidepressant and my blood pressure meds.  Explains a lot. And none of it good for me.  Thankfully I have a Drs. appointment on Monday and we will get it all straighten out. 

I realise I have got to pay attention to my limitations. Ha that is funny.  Although walking without the waker is still too challenging. So I will admit, its a "not quite yet" challenge. I must say that my relationship with God is improving.  I often think about the ones who are still back at the facility, whom I call friends, as well as the staff.  If that is not a wake up call for your mortality, then I don't know what is. Nursing Homes are not a good place for our elderly.  It make me very sad, to watch them die one by one.  And I know that it is a part of life.  Doesn't mean its not painful.  I do accept that this is their journey.  But I know it is not the final ending. That gives me hope and peace.

I haven't been able to work on the printing of the journal. Room isn't big enough to cuss a cat, and I am using this time to rest.  I still get very tired.  Acceptance is a very hard thing transitioning to yet another chapter.

My therapist reminds me that I have been very sick and that I need to quit being so hard on myself.  I appreciate him so much.  Gives me a reality check.  Which I really don't like, but it is true.  I must work on a new mindset.  

I am a little discouraged about finding the right housing.  People want as much for a room as I paid for my little house. Prayers appreciated.

I love Columbines and my friend Al shared these with me this morning.  Have a blessed day....live long and prosper.




 

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