When I woke up this morning, I could just barely walk. I’m going to have to do what my friend, Lisa, does. She keeps water next to the bed along with a supply of Mestinon. She takes the meds, waits 20 minutes, then gets up. Today my legs continually buckled under me.
Judy called at 7:20 AM. I was out walking Zeke. She wanted a ride to the food shelf. I was mostly just shaky when we left. By the time we got there, the queasiness got worse and worse. I went outside to breathe fresh air and rest in the van. It wasn’t long before I needed to lie down. I pulled up on the mattress, shook the glass off and got flat. As long as I kept my eyes shut, the queasiness was bearable.
Around 10, I went in for the church service. I alternated between bright red and hot and cold sweats. Judy fussed over me the whole time. A woman came up to me later and said her allergies are making her sick. She thought that’s what was happening with me, too. Could be.
Also, I sure as heck hope I do not have phlebitis again. Deep in my calf, there’s an exquisitely painful spot. That’s what woke me up this morning. It gets worse if I move my leg a certain way.
When I got home, I warmed up a can of chicken noodle soup for lunch. No sooner did I finish slurping it, than I pooped my pants ;-( This is getting REALLY old. Loss of bladder and bowel control happens when myasthenia is acting up.
My father used to say the ideal room was sort of bowl shaped with a drain in the middle. When things get messy, you bring in the garden hose ;-p Compared to him, I have it good. He had a colostomy and his wastes were collected in a plastic bag.
Well, I’m alive, aware and thankful to know God and Jesus!
