Yesterday was the first day of therapy. I've been given a series of exercises to do at home, some of which I have already started doing. While I try to walk without help I do depend on one crutch in certain situations, particularly going up and down stairs. I still sit a lot, which is frustrating, because my house is beginning to get so dusty, etc. that you could write a novel on the mantel piece. Oh well, I'll get to it one of these days.
My friend DeeDee continues to spoil me with baked goodies. This time it's chocolate banana bread. Interesting taste. I think she's trying to help me put back the 20 pounds I lost. I've lost a lot of muscle mass, too, and not just in my legs. My arms look like skinny chicken legs with lots of wrinkles. Time to get out the weights. My appetite is coming back but I still prefer light foods and fruits. My friend B is coming over tonight and she's bringing pizza. I think I'll enjoy that. And her company, of course.
This break has taken more out of me than I ever imagined. Just goes to show that age does have its drawbacks. I hate the thought that I just can't do what I used to. I'll be working hard to get back the strength I used to have and then some, if possible. I don't want to go through anything like this again.
Y'all have a really good day and enjoy it.