Bff K has mentioned how strange it must be to have my life come full stop. It is indeed strange.
Nothing is the same. Not one single thing.
I have the same husband but he's the caretaker now.
I sleep in the same bed but only in a carefully arranged fashion with a row of meds on the bedstand and a walker nearby.
I'm unemployed, though I check in daily. I can't even write (well) right now.
I'm literally housebound. I can't drive...I can't even get *into* my truck. There are stairs outside that I can manage to go down but not UP.
I did figure out how to bathe myself. I have a senior citizen bathroom with a tub bench and handheld shower wand.
I also had to re-pottytrain myself. Think about it: no weight bearing whatsoever on one foot. *fun*
They found an antibiotic that I don't react to.
I don't have to cook.
I have enough track pants to wear, which is good because it will be months before I see jeans or wear both shoes.
My interior design ethic has changed to a minimalist style. No throw rugs or extra stuff that can be knocked over or tripped upon.
I've gotten the wished upon vacation time. So we fall back onto the adage of Be Careful What You Wish For.
I've had great care packages, cards, emails, posts, calls and visits.
I have my Droid that enables me to keep in contact with the world, including writing this while laying in bed.
Anytime that I get my woe-is-me on, I remind myself that our friend J, who is my age, is in a wheelchair since he was nineteen. He never complains and is always in a good mood.
So I tell myself "Suck it up, Buttercup. J does this every day."