11-12-15

Well shhhhhhhhh ucks ... i had my new leg for 5 days before it was taken from me because the amputation wound became irritated. Another couple of weeks of being sofa bound with my only friend daytime trash TV. i honestly can't express how deeply my depression is getting. i had hoped to get the new leg and my life back by now, but the wound is healing, though slowly. Last night didn't help. i woke up around 2am, needing to go to the bathroom. Half asleep, i lifted myself onto the arm of the sofa and then onto the walker, hopped to the bathroom, balanced myself to open the door, but then felt my still sleepy leg giving out of me. i tried to balance myself, but soon felt myself falling and sure enough, on the stump and then on my arse. After doing my business, i went back too bed, on the sofa. My stump wasn't hurting, but there was the feeling that i had fallen on it. This morning my nurse arrived to change my dressing, i was so worried about what i had done. Thankfully there wasn't more damage, the the wound did bleed a bit. So another lonely uneventful weekend on the sofa, waiting for this damn wound to heal completely so i can get my leg back and live again. Being like this since early August is really affecting my emotional state, i hope that can heal as well. The list of things i want to do and places i want/need to go, grows. But i know there are far more important things in life to worry about ... like ‪#‎Starbucks‬cups