I felt a lot better this morning and this afternoon than I did last night. This morning, a physical therapist dropped by and suggested we go for a walk.
Every time Elsa had suggested taking a stroll
down the corridor, I had said no. It
felt great. I am used to doing a fair
amount of walking at Squirrel Haven - up and down a short flight of steps, to
and from the kitchen - and my walks over the past 6 days had been restricted to
the three feet between my bed and the commode.
After
the walk, which pepped me up immensely, I realized that part of my problem last
night was extreme boredom.
Elsa
came over after Contemporary Service and brought a tape. Jeremy had previewed the sermon for me during
his visit a few days ago, so the material was familiar, but it was lovely to
hear his delivery. The music was a joy and
included two of the hymns slated for use at my memorial celebration – one of
Mike's two picks was "O'er the Silent Water" and Mim picked "The
Trees of the Field (will clap their hands)." I sort of felt like Tom Sawyer listening in
on his funeral service.
Later,
after Elsa had left, Brenda came by with a card and a new minkey for the
Squirrel Haven hug of stuffies.
I
was feeling pretty chirpy. Then it all
came crashing down.
Castor oil is in every way, shape and form as horrible
as legend has it. Disgusting stuff -
disgusting texture, disgusting taste, disgusting aftereffects. Yuck, double yuck.
When
Elsa stopped by tonight, I was one unhappy lady - I could not get the taste of it
out of my mouth and it churned up my stomach, making rumbly sounds so loud that
Elsa could hear them all the way at the end of my bed.
Elsa says that the depth of my revulsion - a
word that perfectly the best word I can think of - is a good indicator that at
least I have more energy than I had last night.
Always looking on the bright side, that girl.
The
capper is that the procedure is pretty yucky itself, adding indignity and
discomfort to revulsion.
Wish
me luck - hopefully I will get done earlier enough in the morning that I can
have a real lunch.
Keeping
my fingers crossed - CyberGram
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