Friday, January 22, 2021
Well, honestly, I didn’t plan on writing another one of these. I do expect this to be the last one.
I’m happy if yesterday allowed you to drop the worry level about me significantly. Having returned home and started getting back into the swing of things, if sitting on your ass in pajamas all day is the swing of things, I hereby declare to you “no more worrying”. I’m good. Still weak. Grateful. Moving slowly. Working my breathing exercises.
Linda and I both slept much better last night. She’s in Raychel’s room. I’m in Nicole’s. (Yes, we’re aware those haven’t been their rooms for years.) It will be a few days before I climb the mountain that is our regular bed. I didn’t notice before how high that thing is off the ground.
Friends are stocking us up with food. I’ve got 4 medications I’ll be taking for about a week. So, we’re moving on to the next phase of this thing – the one that Raychel’s friend affectionately calls the “this shit is so boring” phase. It will be glorious and filled with nearly-forgotten little pleasures like the “Price Is Right” and playing Cribbage on my phone.
Thanks one more time (outwardly – inwardly it will be a continuous and long-lived thing on my end) for all your love and support. It sustained me.