12:47pm April 7, 2013

I miss Fey.

Having my stuffed animals here gives me something to snuggle and reminds me of her. But it’s not the same.

I miss that kind of companionship that has nothing to do with words. And if I felt this lousy at home she’d be all over me. And just being able to lie there and not have to do anything and still communicate.

Of course convincing her my tubes aren’t cat toys will be interesting.

I was able to sit up on the edge of my bed today. Carefully and with a lot of effort, and deliberately immediately before IV pain meds. It’s still too much but it’s getting better. Sitting upright without support hurts. A lot. So I only did it five seconds before going back to bed and now I’m tired and sore.

Also I did it in private. I don’t want anyone rubbernecking or setting impossible goals for me, or deciding I can now cross a room unaided and discharging me early. Especially with my DPA laid up with an infection and clearly unable to fight them if they do something stupid. So I’m keeping my physical training to myself for the moment. Will show people when I am more sure of myself and consistent in my abilities.

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