When I fell a few weeks ago I broke some ribs. I’ve got some issues with my back stemming from the fall that I hope won’t take forever to heal. They gave me Vicodin. It helps some.
I still don’t have a CNA. As a matter of fact, after Daisy showed up unannounced she never returned. She said she was coming back but never did. Then one week later she said she still wants to work here. I told her that she only contacted me once in 3 weeks and that by being a no call, no show for that amount of time, she has effectively quit. I said, your resignation was accepted. Don’t return. She said ok. I’m still being taken care of by friends.
I’m still depressed and discouraged. Because of the depression and sleeping so much, I’ve missed meds. I’ve been very conscious of it bc it will not take long for things to turn from bad to worse if I meds are missed. I’ve been hours late on my shot but I’ve not missed.
At night I’ve been watching Midsomer Murders with John Nettles. I love a good British crime drama. It’s helpful to have this noise distraction.
My kidneys are still cleaning my blood enough. I’ve been learning more about kidney disease and a bit about Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. I knew COPD would eventually be an issue for me. With my Pulmonary Embolism of 2000 then the issues of 2018 I expected this.
My mother had asthma that developed into COPD. She never smoked a day in her life but her mother did while carrying her. People weren’t aware back then just how much damage can be done by smoking while pregnant and then about 2nd hand smoke. I hate what my mother went through all those years w this disease. She truly suffered. I know treatment for it has come a long way, thank goodness.
I know it sounds like a crazy heck of a lot but it’s still “just” autoimmune disease, nerve damage, degenerative disk disease. It’s just that those things cause so many other issues. I feel like a hypochondriac when I blog sometimes.
I don’t know what else to say. I’m still here. The frogs and the cat are fine.