Woe is me.

Woe is me.

We had to put a chair in the downstairs bathtub (I can’t make it upstairs) so that I could take a bath/shower.

I had to. I usually bathe daily (who doesn’t?) and I’ve had to skip Thursday and Friday. I’d taken a shower Thursday morning, but that didn’t count after I fell–I sweated so much that I drenched my clothes. Bled on them too, but I changed everything except my leggings.I guess I’m saying, I was starting to offend myself.Today was the first day I could face trying to get clean pain wise though.

It wasn’t easy. There was some yelling and crying because J didn’t quite understand how scared I am to fall again and how I literally can’t put any weight on that leg at all yet. Finally he put a chair in the tub and I only sort of broke the towel rack getting on to it. It’s hard to balance on one leg in a slippery bathroom whilst in considerable pain. I hope this part of it ends very soon,it’s undignified and depressing.

At least I’m clean.

Today was the day all the other places I hurt when I fell started making themselves known. I have a badly bruised elbow and both knees and oh boy can I feel the tetanus shot today.

Yes I’m feeling sorry for myself. I’m a little freaked by how I’m going to handle things on Monday, or even if I can . Oh well, tomorrow is another day /Scarlet.