My new bike meets an early winter storm… This last week has been difficult in many ways. I watched this storm blow in from the “comfort” of my hospital bed. Being sick is no different for anyone I suppose, we reject the imposition. We have things to do! for heaven’s sake. But that time has passed… the snow storm has blown over and fall has returned with milder weather and falling leaves. My storm has passed as well, though I still am watching the aftereffects. I can breathe easier, literally and figuratively. I have an appetite again, though eating less was probably good for me! My blood is thinner… thanks to drugs. Ever given yourself a shot in the belly twice a day? I didn’t enjoy it. The first time was the hardest, the others I just positioned the needle and then looked away. I have rather impressive bruises around my belly button because after all the stuff thins your blood, so of course you bruise at the injection site. After giving thousands of shots over the years to cattle, it still makes you think twice when it is your fat little belly you are poking with that needle!! Coumadin, aka rat poison, is now my only drug… 4 pills at 5 pm. Remember that… remember that. My brain seems to focus again. I even got creative with my jack-o-lantern Friday. Before that I was hard pressed to finish a magazine article or sudoku (thanks, Mary Jo and Kirk, I’ll probably never finish that book full of Sudoku though!) I’m not as paranoid as I was with every little ache or pain, but I’m also moving more, so I don’t get sore. The Ten Sleep ambulance crew was great, bringing Vernon and I supper enough for 6 people… I received 5 gorgeous bouquets… and my Mom sent me a card that made me cry. I had a couple of good friends that let me cry on their shoulders, just cause I needed to. Emails and phone calls made me thankful for caring friends.
So, the storm is gone. It left behind frozen leaves and broken branches and a good inch of moisture that is always welcome in Wyoming. My storm has left, leaving me more alert to signs of blood clots. Leaving me very grateful that I was spared from death for whatever reason. Leaving me satisfied with my position in life, that though my choice would not be to go now, at least I believe my family would handle it. Leaving me happy to complain about politics and finances and other less annoying details of everyday life. I am making progress and thank everyone who helped me in whatever way. To steal a good friend’s motto AGAIN… LIFE IS GREAT!
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