It’s been two weeks since I was discharged from the hospital. My first night home I was trying to get to the living room couch, about 8 normal steps (I was sleeping there because Peter was coughing like crazy). I immediately felt like I wouldn’t make it. I had three steps back to where I was sitting. I remember saying to myself, “it’s only three steps.” My legs/feet would not move.

Next thing I knew I was face down on the floor and Peter was calling my name. I couldn’t get up so with his help I crawled to the couch. I did sleep but had severe pain on my right side. I was now using the wheelchair in the house. The pain continued, I thought I might have bruised a rib but I ignored it. There’s nothing they could do anyway.

I lived this way for the next week and I slowly improved enough to go back to using my walker. I was still coughing. This past Saturday my legs/ feet started not working again, back to wheelchair. Of course it happened over the weekend.

I took two Tylenol 500 mg. for the pain and went to Stevie’s 70th birthday celebration.

On Sunday I decided to go to BonSecour’s Urgent Care. Believe it or not they were closed on Sunday. I also felt that I had a urinary tract infection. I was peeing every 15 minutes, sometimes just a trickle. That night I was up every two hours to pee. It was very cloudy. I couldn’t walk, Peter threw up in my face that he had to drive me everywhere, (It was okay to follow him to Ford to drop off his truck).

Anyway being the stubborn person I am, I drove myself to urgent care on Monday. One of the reasons why is because it is very close and they had X-rays right at the location. My primary doctor is a further drive and would have to travel farther to get X-rays, they also had no appointments until Friday.

I was there most of the day. I did have a urinary tract infection. Unfortunately there wasn’t an X-ray technician scheduled that day so I had to travel anyway, (which Pete drove me to later). They ordered a chest and side view. I did have a fractured rib and bronchitis. I’m on antibiotics, Prednisone and cough medicine.

One full day of taking prescriptions, I am back to walking with the walker and peeing normally. Hallelujah! I thanked God. I did pray. I usually don’t pray for myself, (never). I was feeling so defeated, ready to give up.

I don’t want to rely on anyone to help me. I had so much to do. I felt guilt for not being able to take Ellie out and play ball with her. She needed exercise. Pete wasn’t walking her because it gets dark early. Who wants help only to have it thrown in your face, loses patience, and is huffing and puffing the whole time.

By the way he is still constantly coughing. I insisted he go to doctor, since he started the whole thing. When we went for X-rays the office was empty and he could have seen someone immediately. He said he would go to his doctor, (has to wait until Friday). I knew this the minute he said we were taking my vehicle. He chose that because he wanted to drive to Ford to pick up his truck and me to drive my car back to house. He chose what he wanted as opposed to taking care of his health and ultimately mine too.