Hey, everyone! We have had a great day today. Kenny was ready to get up this morning at 7:30, so that is exactly what we did. By eight o'clock he was in his chair playing with his pills, thinking that changing how he took them might have some effect on his propensity to spill things early in the day. (Do not ask me where he got that idea.) Anyway, he fiddled with the medicine for 15 minutes. He finally ate his Maltomeal and drank his coffee and milk and then he decided to check his blood sugar, although the doc said that was no longer necessary. Well, he made the biggest mess and couldn't quite get all the tops off and back on. He also had difficulty getting the meter to work. (Operator error, he said.) He then had his Arnica massage of his legs and his feet, as well as his back and neck. He says he feels like a pretzel from lying around all the time. This is beginning to seem like the Biddle Spa to him.
My friend Jeri came in after church. She is a retired physical therapist and is going to come around a couple of times to get him started on some exercises to strengthen his legs. It is amazing what a difference just a few minutes of specific exercises did for him today. When he decided to take a nap in his bed, he got right up and got into the wheelchair smoothly and exited it in the bedroom even more smoothly. I really feel like he is making huge strides in the last few days. (They don't call me Pollyanna for nothing.) He overheard Jeri telling me that the more he is out of the bed, the more quickly he gets his strength back. I think he really took it to heart. After his nap, he was ready to get up again and eat supper. He has always grumbled about having to get back up but not this time. That is a first!
He stayed up till eight o'clock this evening so we are hopeful that his sleep will be more restful. He told me he had so many dreams last night that they kind of ran together. I wish you all could hear some of the tales he tells me, especially when he is recanting his dreams. We should write a book. He was much more alert today; he read every page of the newspaper and watched the Nascar race in Martinsville, VA, this afternoon with Casey, our oldest son, who was relieving me so that I could do a little shopping. I really do not like to shop on Sunday...I am old fashioned, that way...but my ox was in a ditch, so to speak. Our kids are great about giving me a break every now and then so that I get some other things done. Family is so important.
Speaking of family (and friends,) have a wonderful evening. I see y'all tomorrow....
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