The Real World
Each day the ultimate is that we awake and have a fairly positive attitude about what the day may bring. Sometimes the real world is determined to have its way with us and there is no trying to sugar coat it.
Last night when I went to bed, I thought were it not for the Foley catheter that has to be within three feet of my right thigh, where it is attached, I could roll over and lay on my right side during the night. As it were, where the catheter hangs, going over my left leg, I need to stay on my left side during the night. Hmm.
Yup . . . I had indeed rolled over onto my right side during my sleep and the catheter coupling had detached from stretching it beyond what it could. I knew when last I had awoke at 4 a.m. all was good. Whatever I had voided sometime from four until seven . . . I was in a wet bed. It will surely get you up and at ’em in a hurry.
By noon all was back to normal . . . me and the bed. Angst over with. I am sure tonight, in my slumber, my subconscious will have me sleeping like a mummy.
In recovery that brings unusual circumstances, like wearing a catheter while getting physical strength back from a stroke . . . life happens and it is dealt with. Ever so humble, it is all doable. There was more good during the day that ensued than not.