Wednesday, August 17, 2011

a day

Groggy.

Carafate and Synthroid.

Sleep.

Headache.

Use walker to get ready.

Friend comes to clean.

Hallelujah!

Clindomycin infusion.

Legs don’t want to move.

Arms weigh a ton.

Breakfast.

27 pills.

4 liquids meds and 1 injection.

Sleep.
Sleep.

Nausea.

Doctors Appt.

Nausea.

Legs really don’t work.

Charles moves me to the wheelchair.

Legs on fire.

Xithromax infusion.

Lunch.

Only 11 pills this time.

Sweet friend comes to visit.

Lose balance.

Fall to the floor.

Again.

Sleep.
Sleep
Sleep.
Sleep.

Friend comes by.

Nausea.

Sleep.

Dinner.

Cuddle with my babies.

Clindomycin infusion.

Surprisingly only 26 pills at dinner.

2 liquid meds.

Laugh, talk, cry, fellowship with friends.

8 pills this time.

Comatose till it all starts over again.

1 comment:

  1. When this is over, and it will be, you should apply for a job as a project manager.

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