I thought Tuesday would be rough, and it didn't start out too great. I got up at 2pm to pee, and ended up puking into the tub while sitting on the toilet. I'm not sure what the issue was; I hadn't taken another oxy at that point, so maybe that it had worn off? I was exhausted from getting myself out of bed? I don't know.
But Tuesday was...pretty awesome. I mean, all things considered. I got back to bed, went back to sleep, and woke up pretty damn settled. For some reason, Tuesday morning was the magic one for the dizziness. Getting from the bed to the couch was...fine. I felt well enough for Paul to go to work, and so managed pretty well by myself all day.
It helped that I actually pooped Tuesday morning (separate post), which put an end to the obsessive water-drinking, and hence, the constant peeing.
The physical therapist lady also came that afternoon, and I was able to get up and open the door for her!
I'm measuring accomplishments in odd ways. It works for me.
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