First day of Rehab starts at 6:00 a.m. with my medicine. I was a big girl - stayed by myself last night - long night but with God's help daylight came. My schedule is laying on my table by my breakfast - they really plan to make me do three hours of Rehab, yea right :)
My Occupational therapist shows up at 7:45 a.m. and shares with me that she had never met Pastor Burwell, but she has met his wife (LOL). An older lady from our church you tell everyone that Mylon was her husband, the doctors, the hospital, even the funeral home. So my therapist had met her during one of her hospital stays. This morning's challenge was bathing and dressing myself. Together we got it done - I never dressing and bathing were so hard, I needed a nap.
She talked to me about resting and taking my time and not overtiring myself. She also reminded me to make sure I ask about any medicines, never take the flu shot and to basically become a germ freak... Wear a mask in crowds for a while and to carry germ wipes with me.
Following a brief rest they came to get me for physical therapy... If you ever doubt how truly blessed you are along with a visit to the nursing home or hospital, rehab should be on you list. For there people there with a minimum to maximum mobility of all ages...
Today I stood and made a round with the walker with the therapist holding on to a belt around my waist and learn to operate my wheelchair (they don't know it yet but I am not taking a wheelchair or walker home - I ask God for it and I am trusting that he will provide)....
My day of therapy ends with another round of occupational therapy. This is my weakest area. My arms will not raise above my head and the feel like they weight a 100lbs but it will get better.... My six year old granddaughter stills like grandma ina to carry her around so I have build up my strength...
My Occupational therapist shows up at 7:45 a.m. and shares with me that she had never met Pastor Burwell, but she has met his wife (LOL). An older lady from our church you tell everyone that Mylon was her husband, the doctors, the hospital, even the funeral home. So my therapist had met her during one of her hospital stays. This morning's challenge was bathing and dressing myself. Together we got it done - I never dressing and bathing were so hard, I needed a nap.
She talked to me about resting and taking my time and not overtiring myself. She also reminded me to make sure I ask about any medicines, never take the flu shot and to basically become a germ freak... Wear a mask in crowds for a while and to carry germ wipes with me.
Following a brief rest they came to get me for physical therapy... If you ever doubt how truly blessed you are along with a visit to the nursing home or hospital, rehab should be on you list. For there people there with a minimum to maximum mobility of all ages...
Today I stood and made a round with the walker with the therapist holding on to a belt around my waist and learn to operate my wheelchair (they don't know it yet but I am not taking a wheelchair or walker home - I ask God for it and I am trusting that he will provide)....
My day of therapy ends with another round of occupational therapy. This is my weakest area. My arms will not raise above my head and the feel like they weight a 100lbs but it will get better.... My six year old granddaughter stills like grandma ina to carry her around so I have build up my strength...
