I Left the House

And even more importantly, I returned.

I left the house.

I went to a doctor’s appointment.

I returned to the house.

I GOT INTO the house!

I am now sitting in my corner of the media room while we try to figure out various medical appointment and procedure schedules and I feel both tired and pleased.

I did pretty good. Took one break going to and from the car with Road Guy. Then used Joe for the steps. The very last step is hard, I need to think about railings and what have you, but for now it’s hard. I felt pretty wobbly so I just had Ernie scoot our magic trunk close to the edge of the stairs and I’m able to sit on it and then eventually push it back and swing around to Little Guy. I was just going to say that’s probably more confusing than it actually is but no, it really is that complicated. But it worked and worked without me sitting on the floor alternately swearing and crying. A tad less wearing on one’s self.

Appointment was fine, NP thought everything looked great. She again cautioned, or reminded me, that recovery, at least in terms of functionality, is slow and can take time. I’m pretty happy with where I am. Sure, I’d like to magically be all better but I knew that’s not how it works, so I’m good with the progress I’ve made. And weirdly grateful that I ended up in the ER where they kept doing more tests until they found the problem. I can’t even imagine the amount of time and pain it would have taken if I had been approaching it with the normal doctor appointment, wait for insurance approval, wait to be scheduled, test, doctor appointment routine.

It felt so strange to be out of the house. Good strange, though. Good strange.

Maybe now that I was able to get INTO the house without it being such a harrowing experience, I can do it more often.

Onward, to Fall and to going in and out of my house. And to all of you for the good thoughts and wishes. I hope it’s a good Fall for all of us.

Love,
Cynthia