A good night’s sleep, a dozy morning…what a
difference a day makes. Yesterday – Wednesday – was a big day for me. Finally,
a visit with my very own doctor, Dr. Carin. She’d been away all through my
stroke and rehab so far. She’s been my physician for 10 years…I missed her a
lot. She is youngish (all relative, I guess); perhaps late thirties, perhaps
forties…but talking to her is like talking to one of my own daughters. I trust
her and she is honest with me.
We did a catch-up with her, talked about
possibilities and problems. She was definite about “no travel via air in May,”
which I had suspected, but needed t hear it from her. So, no Nashville. I’ve
already begun efforts to recoup my money. She gave me clear guidelines about
when to come to ER – BP over 160; go! Can’t read; go! I’m in the process of
lining up potential drivers just in case. Beatrix will be away in Pittsburgh at
a workshop she’s been hungering for since August. I’m glad she will get to go,
but of course, I am anxious about being alone without her support, ‘just in
case.’
Nevertheless, I slept well last night. Woke
up, but not enough to get up. Sleep music, best yet: Rain forest downpour with
the odd bird squawk. It is amazing what connection with a trusted person will
do. When I saw Dr. Carin come into the room, I jumped up and hugged her. I
needed the contact. I needed the
contact.
I am monitoring my BP twice daily now, and
recording it. Somehow, the routine settles me. Doesn’t routine always do that
for me? Even though today all day and yesterday all day my head has hurt, I am
relaxed, and my BP is down. Thanks God.
The Healing Touch women came today for an
hour. Such a simple process…perhaps no medical value, but I go on time travel
trips, I relax, and I feel the warmth of their hands passing over me. It’s
wonderful; the best thing St. Andrews has done for me the whole time. I come to
the end of this day as ‘at peace’ as I have been in awhile, even with Beatrix’
departure looming over me. Enough…
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