Sunday, Home Day #9

I've been home 9 days after being in the hospital 12 days. I was 12 days completely in bed, and now recuperating. I think I'm doing OK. I think I've made progress.

I didn't go to church today. I just can't muster that up yet. I did go to the grocery store, two times. I got home with a new bag of bread to make a sandwich, and it had mold all the way through. I was frustrated and so returned it right away. I was very tired, but I mustered the determination and energy to do it. I needed white bread. No, I wanted white bread.

I thought about walking out to the barn, but after two trips to the store, loading and unloading groceries, I didn't have it in me. Not yet. Besides, my left ankle is a little sore; maybe a little too much walking, lifting, and steps. Nothing hurt, just sore. I'll be resting it soon.

I colored my hair today. I went for a dark brown. It look black right now, sort of yucky, but this stuff fades, so it will be fine. I really don't care all that much. I'm just glad to hide the dingy gray coming through.

I'm dreading Dennis, the physical therapist, tomorrow. More than anything, because I don't know when he'll be calling and coming over. Probably late morning. But, this will most likely be the last home visit, so I'll just get it over with.

I will probably try physical therapy in town versus a place a bit farther away. I want convenience. Also, I want to look for some comfy shoes with big round and spaceous toe space. I find it much easier to walk with regular shoes on versus any kind of slip-ons. Now I will be one of those people with 'special shoes' but again, I don't care.

So, funky black hair and special shoes. That is the new me! :)