One of the most difficult things is remaining positive during this waiting period for my wound to heal and then i can be fitted for a new leg. People don't seem to understand when they are able to do even the most basic things in life without giving it a thought or concern. i'm stuck on the sofa. i get nervous when i need to get up just to use the bathroom. 'Will this be the time i fall'? i've been isolated in the hospital and in the house for going on three months now. i just want to break away from my reality.
If i could, i would sleep all day and night, because in my dreams i am not crying and i see myself walking again. But that is not my reality. i have to do everything i can to remain hopeful ... positive ... strong (emotionally and physically).
With Devon getting ready for two fashion shows out of state in a week, i rarely get to talk to him. And i really don't have any true friends who ever reach out to or i feel i could reach out to. i have my thoughts, most of the time i am battling them instead of embracing. And the TV is on 24/7 to distract me.
We had company yesterday for Devon's fashion shoot. i like to be a good host. Ensuring the house is clean. i couldn't do any of this, just sit uncomfortably on a chair in front of the computer. With Devon busy, i wasn't able to eat breakfast or lunch, so i just snacked on the few things we had out of the guest. None of which were healthy for this new lifestyle i must have.
The next day my blood sugar was 213, so i took my insulin and within an hour i was starting to feel weak and sweaty. Devon was getting ready to leave for work, as usual he was running late. But i was able to get him to fix me coffee and a bowl of cereal as i again checked my blood sugar ... 69.
Devon leaves in a few days for about a week to do fashion shows, i'll be home alone. i'm more worried about my emotional state that my physical safety. Remaining positive has been a struggle most of my life, more so these last couple of months. i can do what i have always done in my life ... just give up. Or i can fight for what i've never really known from myself ... confidence. i'd like to know what that feels like.
September 27, 2015
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