After 23 days away from home (3 in the hospital and 20 in the assisted living rehab) i came home yesterday. It was a struggle to get out of the Uber car, the slight upward incline of the driveway scared me. Then i had to get up the four steps to the porch, i sat on my butt to get up each step and then lifted myself onto a chair. Thank goodness i have been working on my upper body strength.
It felt so good to be in the comfort of home. Near SADDI's ashes. Able to see Devon. But a deeper depression began to set in.
i can't do anything on my own. Even going the few feet to the bathroom is an ordeal. Devon isn't use to cooking and cleaning, but i can't do any of it. All i could do is guide him.
Devon needs a new fone, but because of our limited income, i can't even do that for him.
i don't know when i'll be able to go back to work, but it has to happen soon to get us out from under this storm of bills. i don't want to die and the only thing i leave behind are debts.
i've got to work harder to get healthy. To get my new leg and get back to life. A new life.
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