In the grand scheme of things these tasks seem simple, but I was especially proud today of myself for simply making a cup of tea and going to the bathroom.
The occupational therapist came to visit this moning to help with further training as part of the rehabilitation process.
Currently, I can get myself from the hospital bed to the kermode, but I still need assistance getting to the toilet. To reduce the risk of injury, I also require supervision.
Today’s exercise was all about building capacity for me to get myself to and from the bathroom. It’s all about slowing down and thinking ahead through the different steps, I realised.
My mind started thinking about those times in the middle of the night when I’ve gone to the bathroom in the dark, half conscious, and with my eyes almost closed. “I won’t be able to do that anymore”, I thought to myself.
With that exercise complete, the occupational therapist asked if I would like a cup of tea. After saying “yes please”, she said to me, “you’ll have to make it yourself”, and so we headed then to nearby hospital kitchen.
As with going to the toilet, I needed to break down the exercise into smaller steps. When you’re standing up and supporting yourself with one harm, you need to carefully think about things, such as reaching up for some things (tea bags) and down for others (cups, milk, kettle). There were, maybe, three or four different movements involved in making the cup of tea.
On top of that, the risks associated with a potentially slippery kitchen floor, for example.
Though it’s still several weeks away, I’m starting to think about the assistance I might need when I return home. To avoid those slippery floors, I’ll need someone to assist with cleaning. Due to the risk of injuring myself, and the complexity of things, I’ll likely need someone to help with meal preparation.
I can use a microwave, so that won’t be a problem, but I’ll probably organise one of those home meal delivery plans for the short-term at least. If you have any recommendations in that space, it would be appreciated, especially for plans which understand the needs of diabetics.
To be starting to think about returning home is a remarkable thing. Five weeks ago I was found semi-conscious by friends and neighbours, and whisked off to hospital with the support of emergency services. Words cannot describe the gratitude I feel for everything that’s happened to get me to this stage.