Thursday, July 17, 2025

      I had forgotten the difficulties in recovering from surgery.  A catheter bag is tethered to me and lives in a plastic bucket next to me. Almost impossible to manage. I hesitate taking the heavy pain medication for most of the day. I use a walker to transport the bucket and anything else I need. My daughter reminds me of the pain medicine in the evening. I listen to her advice, swallow the little white pill, and sleep really well last night.

     I am taking four new temporary medicines and my mind is mush. I am not sure I can carry on a conversation. But today I will try.

     In the afternoon the sun comes out and my daughter waters the front yard and brings in the garbage bins.

    I am not reading anything. I listen to KPFA classical music station in the morning and listen to podcasts in the afternoon. I watch another episode of THE LAST DETECTIVE but couldn’t follow the plot. I play a lot of solitaire on my computer and seldom win. Life is getting better. Friday the catheter comes out.