From August  14th, 2021

It’s been a week, and it’s only Thursday.

My fear of people is getting better. I handled visits from my occupational therapist, physical therapist, home health nurse and phlebotomist without blinking an eye. Our friend, the beautiful Cathy, came to visit and gave me a much needed haircut and pedicure. But it gets better…

Tuesday: I sat up on side of bed unsupported for nearly five minutes, to the amazement of both my PT and hubby. Wednesday: sat up without assistance, no back support, for over ten minutes. Today: sat up without assistance, no back support, for almost twenty minutes and put my feet on the floor with partial weight.

Annnnd…I’ve been trying to wean off the O2 for a couple of weeks. Turned down to level two day before yesterday, and fixing to go down to one or one & a half soon because I checked my O2 when I was sitting up just now and it was 100%! Power went out while Chuck was out yesterday and I can’t reach the back-up by myself, so I was without supplemental O2 for at least ninety minutes. My stat when I checked it was 96%.

Now if I could just get my glucose down below two hundred, I’d be gold. But you gotta take the bad with the good, right?

I do believe I’ve made more progress this past week than I did in nearly two months at rehab last year. My goal isn’t to run a marathon, but to be less dependent on Chuck. I couldn’t have gotten to where I’m at now without Chuck and God. I’m living, breathing proof that prayer works.