Yesterday, I had a big day. I went to an hour of occupational therapy, immediately followed by an hour of physical therapy today. (Tuesday, I didn't think I would be able to go because my cold was still so bad, but thing started finally noticeably improving yesterday, so it just feel pretty much like a plain cold now.)
The PT gal, it is only my 3rd time seeing her, works me HARD. Sweet gal (actually mt sister-in-law's sister's best friend!) but did she ever take me seriously when I told her that even though I was out of the traditional recovery window, I didn't want to back off of progress now. She works me harder than any therapist I have had since I was discharged from the hospital (and I though some of them were pretty hard).
After those two therapies I had an hour break where Rick surprised me by meeting for a quick lunch (I was SWEATY and stinky after therapy), then I had an hour of counseling. It is always a good hour an very helpful, but emotionally draining too.
I came home, took a shower (there was a time when a shower on my own wasn't even doable, and usually it about takes all my energy for the day, so this was quite a feat to do in conjunction with such a big day!), then pulled the chicken Kathy had going for me back out of the oven, coated it in Italian dressing,and stck it back into the oven to crisp up.
Probably the most exciting thing that happened yesterday was that my hair is finally long enough to brush the front back and get it into a small barrette. I have only been able to even tuck it behind my ears for a month or so (if I had it trimmed up, I probably wouldn't be able to do that at all), but not all gathered back to clip yet.
What was even more thrilling is that I was able to put the clip in myself, holding the clump of hair with my left (!) hand, and snapping the clip closed with my right. It wasn't as smooth as I wanted, even after a few attempts, but even a week ago, I couldn't get my hair even presentable enough to go out in public, in this style, by myself! It was a disaster by the time physical therapy was over and I couldn't get it back fixed again (why I knew I had to take a shower), but it was an exciting start!
Our oldest son becomes a teenager tomorrow. Is that why they say the world is going to come to an end today? ;)
“No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. For in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day Noah entered the ark; and they knew nothing about what would happen until the flood came and took them all away. That is how it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. Two men will be in the field; one will be taken and the other left. Two women will be grinding with a hand mill; one will be taken and the other left. “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come. But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not have let his house be broken into. So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him.- Matthew 24:36-44