Gather round, children and hear my lesson for today. I cannot do the things that I did two months ago. Today in Occupational Therapy, with my OT Diane (who is wonderful) I did laundry and made a bed. Now...the humor here is that I rarely make my bed at home. Still, I was a good patient and did not argue...much. I was doing okay--rolling from one side of the bed to the other--pulling at and tucking in sheets. I had a "grabber" for assistance. All was well...until I dropped the grabber. "Ok...how am I going to grab the grabber?" I thought to myself. No worries. I will just reach down and get it, since that is what I will have to do once I am home. This just happened to be one of my "fantastic" and somewhat impulsive ideas that resulted in nearly spilling me from my wheelchair onto the floor. Once again--I am awesome.
"What do I do, Diane, when I drop the grabber?" I asked. "You call me! I will get it for you!" Diane replied...with just a slight edge of frustration in her voice.
I'm finding myself very frustrated that I cannot do many of the simple things I was able to do before I was injured. I have a similar experience when my ADHD medication wears off and I am unable to organize myself the way I could have two hours before. Being fiercely independent is not working to my advantage in this situation and makes me wonder how I'm going to be safe when I return home. I suppose that the simple solution would be to just not make my bed! Crisis averted...for now.
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