A Celebration Day
After thinking long and hard and with having worked hard on PT, I had made an appointment for this morning to have the Foley catheter removed by the nurses at the clinic. Dr. Eatwell had made it possible on the stipulation that I had to be able to self cath before I left the clinic. He said to plan to stay as long as necessary. If I was not able to self cath a new Foley would have to be put in. His reasoning . . . easier to do it at three in the afternoon than three in the morning hours. The memory in my brain of the fifteen years of doing self cathing was still right there when I needed it. Perhaps not the smoothest elocution, but that will improve. A celebration after two long months. Tonight when I retire to my beloved bed, I no longer will be tethered.
Yesterday at the dentist’s clinic, we now have the impressions done for the both of us. Moving right long. Towards the end of next week, we will have the extractions. I am on board for Wednesday and Dennis on Friday with temporary items in our mouths when we each leave. A new experience and we will take it one step at a time. Praise be!
We have to pinch ourselves and continually send petitions of thanks to our Lord God. Each day we are making steps, some smaller than others to recovery and working towards better health. It all works as we meet each day together, knowing how much support we have from family in their prayers and thoughts.