doing well, all things considered

well, i made it through shoulder surgery, hospitazation and home to my wonderful house, roxy the chihuahua's extatic joy, and a small bit of indepedance. and now, after a couple of days at home, i'm headed back to a rehab hosital.

and i am not wildly happy about it, either. but i see no other option. i am unstable on my feet, and in pain and on medication. i can only face so much, and struggling to live left handedly with all the above problems.

so when the visiting nurse finally showed up this afternoon there was a very,very small flash of relief when she said she thought i was too much of a risk to be alone right now. there was also rage and grief and something close to murderous frustration. i spent weeks preparing for surgery, and my time in the hospital, and i'd asked for a consultation from o.t. before i left. i was completely honest with him, and he was either stupid, or not listening to me.

and the visiting nurses should have gotten someone out here on sat, not mon late afternoon, espicially since i called then each day, requesting help.[what part of "i need help" did they not understand?] i also called other visiting nurses associations and the hospital, and nobody offered so much as a suggrestion. very,very frustrating!

so i'll be gone for another week or so, but i'll be woking hard to get home asap. and that's the news from here in sotheastern connecticut.

blessings, margo