So, after I caught up on By the Way and Mavarin, I went back to my new hospital bed. I slept with the head end high. I slept a couple of hours but woke up gasping and clutching for air. I struggled to get my foot on the floor and sit up, and managed. I used my inhaler. When I caught my breath I used my grabber (I had remembered to put it in reach) to reach for the peanut butter jar, urinal, but knocked on the floor out of reach instead. So I just sat.
I must have slept sitting up because I woke when the caregiver checked on me on his rounds. He retreived the jar, and brought me some water. I lay the bed flat and hoisted myself as best I could to the head. Then I raised the head a little, and lay on my left side. Oh, my, that is the first time in weeks that I have lay on my side. I will know when I am cured when I can lie on my right side on a flat bed and go to sleep without coughing. On my left side, feeling delicious, I drew my knees and .... voided gas. I have never written about farts before this moment. But that void relieved the bloating that has been annoying me for a week. I am getting better, bit by bit.
I slept on my side until coughing woke me in the morning. I was relieved to see the sun coming up, since I meant I had made it through the night. I sat up and thought about transferring from bed to wheel chair. Fifteen minutes later I realized I was still planning the 18 inch move. I chuckled when I thought "moving to the wheel chair takes more planning than a two week vacation." Put the tissue here, put the hand rail up for gripping, set the brakes, move the jar out of the way etc. Within half an hour I was on my way to the toilet.
When I had used the toilet I tried to transfer back to the wheel chair but was too weak. I pulled the emergency cord, and the morning caregiver came. Together we hoisted my heinie back into the wheel chair. I rolled to the computer. I had left it on all night so I could make entries as I thought of them. The caregiver brought me toast and coffee. Another resident rolled in with her coffee and we chatted and shared physical complaints.
She left, and I started my second day of recuperation at home with this entry.
Recuperate with me. (Whew, I'll proofread this later, maybe)