I left the hospital a couple of months ago after an eight day stay with a bout of pneumonia, feeling quite weak. First day home I walked down for lunch, but was struggling to walk home. That’s when staff went and got a wheelchair and brought me home.
That led to a couple of weeks of staff taking me back and forth to meals. Then I had to learn how to propel myself in the wheelchair with my feet and legs… hard work. I decided that I didn’t want to keep doing that, so started to look for a mechanized chair.
One of the staff knew a lady here in this building that had one for sale, at a very good price… after her family bought it for her she didn’t like it….She had been trying to sell it for a few months. My lucky day!
I am now learning how to use it…a bit tricky, but I’m getting better by the day.
When I left the hospital they put me on oxygen 24/7, so when I leave my suite I’m on portable oxygen. I have a machine that extracts oxygen from where ever, plus I can fill my own cylinders… well, the staff look after that part of the process.
I still have a way to go…I lack the enthusiasm to write or paint or draw….hopefully that will come back. In the mean time, I can just take it one day at a time.