Breakfast is ready for me and the crows. The crows are still thinking about it, but one or two have already appeared and I can hear them cawing in the background. The weather is still quite dull and there is nothing special to report. I already have my first telephone call of the day behind me to confirm my first therapy tomorrow afternoon. She wanted to alter it to the morning, but it would be too early for me. I need twice the time to get into action at the moment, so it remains a late afternoon session.
Mr. Swiss will be doing the daily shopping and how I wish I could go with him, get out a little and see something different than my four walls at home. The cleaning lady came and went yesterday. I have to get used to these things. She did a good job, but it is not what I am used to. I have had to deal with a lot of stuff that I am not used to since my accident and it is very frustrating.
I so miss my nicely organised daily rhythm. Breakfast at the computer composing my good morning writing and a few photos of the surroundings. Afterwards a half hour clean and brush up of the appartment. Now I do not even manage to get outside on the porch. I suppose I could, but the first steps in the morning are the most risky ones. The biggest success I have had up to now is to be able to dress myself in the morning on my own and that is not an easy task. We talk about when I can move around again. Of course I can move, but something like the tortoise, although he managed to get there eventually. I so wish I could walk without support from my walker, which I am beginning to hate.
It’s a short good morning this morning and now I will drag myself onwards to the bathroom.
Enjoy your day, and remember, every step more that you take is a triumph and an obstacle overcome, at least it seems like it to me.