It
is unlikely that I will wake up and find it colder than I did this
morning before I leave here. If you can't read it, the wind chill
factor was -13.
But of course that was at 7 a.m. By the
time we left for the cancer center at noon, it had "warmed up" to 12.
And, ya know what? If you're only going from house to car to office to
car to home, it really isn't bad at all. I didn't even wear my
sweatshirt or gloves. I don't have a hat, and I wore my lighter
weight jacket and I was perfectly fine. Of course, if I had to do
anything outside, I would have needed more insulation than just my built-in
blubber. Tomorrow the high will be 21, which sound absolutely balmy.
Today there were two appointments, the first
with a social service worker, which I didn't go to. We thought the
appointment with "the arm doctor" was at 2:30, but it was actually 3:30,
so we had an extra hour to wait. Fortunately, Peach found a recliner
and was able to sleep a little.
When she finally came to call Peach,
the "arm lady" (Occupational Therapist Kathryn Eberle) was delightful.
I liked her instantly. She was empathetic, gentle, and gave lots of
positive reinforcement.
She validated Peach's concerns about the bras
she was told to wear and offered constructive ideas for alternative, less
painful options. She gave her some massage for her sore tight
muscles...
...and gave her some exercises she is to do
daily.
I hope she felt better at the end of the
appointments, both from constructive suggestions, encouraging support, and
practical solutions.
When the day was over, she was exhausted, so
we stopped and picked up sandwiches at Subway for dinner tonight (didja hear
that? we picked up sandwiches for dinner...which means the
diarrhea is over and with medication, she can eat without nausea.
Halleluiah!)
We are finished with medical appointments for
the week (barring unforeseen problems), so the rest of the week should be
pretty quiet, and time to get lots of healing rest.
2 comments:
A character in a story I read about fifty years ago, a plump lady, was surprised when her husband thought she would feel the cold less. Her comment has stayed with me through the years, fat or thin: "Cold fat is cold fat."
Glad Peach is receiving the help she needs.
Actually I can endure a lot more cold than normal sized people, and have explained it by the fat insulation. Whale blubber and all that.
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