Drugs & Babysitting

The medics have prescribed two new pills to get me through to my surgery date (most likely, the 19th). Thanks Docs, for keeping me alive and, more or less, mobile. BUT, fer fuck’s sake, by the time I finish taking my morning pills it’s ALREADY time to take my evening meds. I mean, this is one hell of a way to get me to drink more water but could we NOT have come up with a better scheme?

Also, did I mention? I’m 62 motherfucking years old and I have a ‘babysitter.’

Whenever Ten needs to run errands, Jen comes over and stays with me. Yeah. Me, who’s traveled across the U.S and Europe on her own, escaped countless life threatening situations ON HER OWN and has always been an independent cuss. Yeah, I have to be babysat now.

Why? Just in case:

• I have an “I’ve fallen and can’t get up” moment. They happen too often now.
• I have a seizure.
• I need help getting to the can, man.
• I need ANYTHING.

Plus? 

• To keep me in bed and outta trouble. Yes, I AM able to get up and down the stairs but I totally need a spotter or two.
  

No one wants me to be left on my own. Ya see, I seem to be “impulsive.” This is how the nurses at MGH have described me and they were being mega diplomatic Yes, I’m in rough fucking shape and am STILL a big pain in the ass for my caregivers. Everyone's gotta have a talent, eh?

Regarding having Jen babysit me — on one hand, I LOVE just hanging out, reading and schmoozing with her. OF COURSE I do! On the other — I HATE that I can’t be left alone. Mind you, I completely understand. After all, I’m “impulsive.” AKA not appreciative of or smart about my current limitations. AKA I believe I can fly so, I can...right? Magical thinking— it’s all the rage.

My BIG achievements yesterday?

• Showering (done sitting down which truly sucks)
• Filling my pill box for the week and, yeah, that takes about 12 hours to accomplish.
• Writing two thank you notes (friends and docs have been grand to say the least — especially with my pain in the assness.
• I paid a bill
• Did a few PT exercises

and

• Watched teevee while snarfing Oni’s fabulous black bean burritos.
  

Yep, big day for yurs invalid truly.

We watched another ep of WandaVision. It was ever so slightly better than the premier ep. I’m willing to give it ONE more shot but still…needs more spaceships and less early ‘60s sitcomy societal bullshit. The trailer, at least, promises more. I watched that kind of shit as a kid (horrified that I was expected to be a Donna Reed type) I don't need a reminder.