Ginny’s x-rays showed that her bones are indeed healing, but they’re not quite ready to bear weight. The doctor said, “I have no doubt that you could get up and start walking now, and things would probably be okay, but I’m not comfortable with ‘probably.'” So her restrictions have been extended for another four weeks. This means spending about 20 hours a day in a bed and 3 hours a day in an uncomfortable orthopedic chair for four more weeks. Four more weeks without a shower, four more weeks wearing Depends and having to rely on Mom and me for the bedpan, four more weeks watching spring go by through a window.
We know it’s for the best. No one questions that for even a minute. And yes, “at least she’s still alive,” which we have heard far more often than is comfortable or appropriate. This is, of course, good too. But it’s hard to be all “yay, life rocks” when you’ve spent the last eight weeks in a bed and are looking at four more. It’s hard, and she’s bored, and she’s at that point of boredom where she doesn’t want to do ANYTHING. We’re going to be okay – it’s just discouraging.
Last night my aunt and grandma came over to babysit, and the rest of us went to the Dogwood Festival to see Sam play sax with the jazz band in the jazz festival competition. We didn’t get to go over to the midway or anything because we needed to get back to Ginny, so the girls and I might try to go back on Saturday if we can. Tonight if the weather holds we’re going to watch some of the ODAC softball tournament.
My feet feel totally weird today because this is the first day I’ve worn socks and shoes in about a week. It’s way uncomfortable – I wish I could wear flip-flops!
That’s about all, for now. I got a report done early today and it makes me feel way productive, so I’m going to try to ride that wave for as long as I can.