Inch by Inch, Pound by Pound

It is hard to believe that I got out of the hospital just a little over a month ago. I needed a full-time personal attendant as there was very little I could for myself including taking myself to the bathroom. My dear husband faithfully filled that role as he had in the hospital.

My recovery has been slow, too slow for my taste, but amazingly rapid according to my doctors. I am now able to take care of myself which includes shopping for groceries, cooking, picking up my medications, mowing the lawn (on a riding lawn mower), prepping my garden for a fall planting, taking out the garbage can, driving to work (four blocks) or church and of course, working. Unfortunately I am very slow at all of these things and find myself too tired at the end of the day to do much more than read a little bit and then sink into bed.

With a minimally functional liver, I had a lot of fluid buildup; one doctor told me I was malnourished and needed to be eating nearly every hour. I think I’ve lost most of the fluid and now need to concentrate on building up muscle mass. I’ve been faithfully doing the exercises the Physical therapy folks taught me in the hospital and climbing the stairs in my two story house several times a day but now it’s time to get back to the gym.

So that will be the last commentary on my physical status. I am very grateful to be alive, I don’t remember much of the two months I spent in the hospital but I suspect that the little bits I do recall are more than enough and there are far more interesting things to talk about.

One of those things is the inclusion of one of my quilts in a new book called Texas Quilts, written by Karey Bresenham. It is indeed a great honor to be included in this book—more later this week.