I suppose I can call it a slow day.
In bed with dysreflexia resulting from a likely UTI.
All other wounds (Sprained ankle, Alice) healing well.
The morning brought persistent discomfort, confusing at first, but recognized later as a likely infection.
I was surprised and pleased to find how quickly our friend, Nurse Denise, was able to be on hand for a catheter change.
Thanks also to Dr. Mike, we’ve got the antibiotics ready to go and could start treatment right away.
Meanwhile, not much to do but take in the scenery, and drink as much water as I can possibly imagine.
In good news, the fountain repair seems to have gone well, holding water now and providing a peaceful white noise complement to the freeway sounds on the other side of the house.
Vanessa was with me this morning and very helpful. It was a morning undoubtedly on the busier side, though not on the projects I have imagined. 🙂
I woke early in the a.m., just after five and managed to rustle myself up enough to spend some time in meditation before the tired got the better of me and I went back to resting.
Better still I was able to find myself meditating in my dreams, aware of my sleeping state, while still being able to focus on using that time for practice. Not exceptionally skilled in my execution, however a distinct opportunity nonetheless.
The day in truth feels a bit timeless, therefore, or is it five in bed, starting to feel the familiarity of these four walls.
The sense of limbo is not unfamiliar for these final days of the year, I’ve always found this a puzzling week between such stark bookmarks in my little cultural niche in the world.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow…
If all goes well tomorrow I will rise. 🙂
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