Bedtime Story

 

I spent five days in bed with my pulled muscle. Feb 17th to Feb 21st. 

Bored to tears. I found by placing the cell phone on Pillow Pad, I could continue my daily texting with my brother's wife.

 we consider ourselves sisters. I have known her since I was 15. 

Her parents were my parents' best friends. 

We text each other every day and above is the text between us on Feb 22 when I told her I was going shopping at Walmart since I was once again able to walk upright.

TEXTING FROM BED was one of my entertainments. Her mother died while I was in bed, and on Saturday the day after the funeral, I sat the iPhone, the big 7 inch one, on the pillow and pushed Facetime.

I lucked out when I pushed Facetime, because I got my brother, his wife and both of their kids (both in late 40's)

I talked with their kids, and they left to go home. 

Leaving me to entertain myself with my brother and his wife.

I snipped the screenshots, 5 of them, they did not know and never will because after looking at the photos, Facetime is off my list of things to do.

After enlarging the one below and seeing what I looked like on the bottom of my phone and realizing that look was full screen on their phone, there will be no more Facetimes.

Oh No He Didn't!!

He fell asleep! He will never know I took this and his wife did not know he fell asleep.

I want to know why the people on TV FaceTime and look like models?

Wondering how trees got in the photo of me FaceTime in bed?

I walked outside to talk because the race cars in the living room were drowning out the conversation.

The Bed, The Box and The Grabber

 

The Bed, my home for 5 days straight and I did a lot of sleeping because Muscle Relaxers knocked me out. 

The box. It held my tablet and pen, 2 remotes to TV and Fire Stick, and my Chromebook and cellphone. No photo of the iPhone, it was in my hand.

Addiction to the camera in the iPhone did not go away even though I was in pain.

These were taken on the 4th day, the first 3 I moaned and slept.

I had to get Bob to get the shoe box off the top shelf. 

The bed and box photo instatooned, because tooning was something I could do in bed.

The grabber A.K.A grill tongs, lived on the sink. I used it to catch the edge of my underwear to work them on my toes without bending forward and for picking up all the things I dropped in the bathroom.

During Normal Days, I use these tongs to reach things in the back of shelves and on top shelves. 

I do have a grabber but like this best.

Several of you mentioned a grabber, I have one and this one, but have you ever tried to pick up paper or a fork, or an eggshell? I dropped all of that and more... Lucky Me, I just yelled for bob, the Living Grabber

wheel chair

 

I walked Beau today for the first time in 7 days. 

It was a scary week, will give details a few at a time. I pulled a muscle that had been aching for a week or more, I think because of too much time in front of the computer.

Reached down to pull up my pant and the muscle cramped and I could not.

Stand up.

Lay Down

Shift in Bed.

I was dressing to take bob to Dermatologist visit, and between puffing air and ouches and at times.

I considered calling 911, which I have never done, but called my doctor instead.

She said come into the office if you can.

There was much screaming and ouching and a few tears.

just getting me dressed.

For the first time ever, I went to doctor office with no bra on, underwear and a diaper only because.

Bob had to drop a house dress over my head.

we got to the office and went thought the same ouch/scream/puffing air as when in labor.

this pain was a tie with labor pains.

I am glad you could not hear/see me when we got to the office.

Bob got a wheelchair and could not get the foot thing to work,

so got another one without footrest, then tried to push me to the bathroom while we waited and i could not pick up my feet without screaming.

He transferred me to one with a footrest and 

Pushed in the Womens Restroom, with permission of the front desk person,

and had to get in the stall with me and the wheelchair and pull down and pull up diaper and get me in and out of the chair.

Saw the NA, got RX for muscle relaxers called in, went through the same procedure in reverse.

Back in car with same results

Each time he stomped the brakes, I screamed!

The end result was a minor miracle.

Bob had three first in our 38 years of marriage.

HE WENT TO DOCTOR APPT WITH OUT ME

HE DROVE ME TO THE DOCTOR

HE PICKED UP PRESCRIPTION

ALONE! ( he used his debit card to pay 80 cents for the prescription) OV VEY!

Not sure how posting/visiting will go.