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@oregonlass , yes oh yes, the double attached garage ( moans).
I have a step counter on my phone, but it has only wanted to count about half the steps I walk with crutches. So I downloaded the pacer app you mentioned. This morning, I walked for about 5 minutes indoors and the phone and the pacer were in perfect agreement. Alas, what they agreed on was that I had done exactly 3 steps. I will try the other app you mentioned, but I suspect the problem is having the phone in a pocket of my top. If I put it in my trousers pocket I am sure to forget it and lose it down the loo. What I am doing instead to motivate me for some indoor walks is putting music on, and seeing how many tracks I can continue for. I kept going for 7 tracks of Bat Out of Hell by Meatloaf, that’s 38 minutes.
I’m making progress regaining independence. I have been a bit lax. H is very helpful (and probably over protective since my first attempt to make my own breakfast resulted in us spending the day at A&E). And it is easy to ask him for help and slow and frustrating to do things myself, but I think it is good for both of us if I try. So today I persuaded him to hang back.
Today, Day 22, I:
Had a sponge wash (still not game to shower without H standing by, so only shower every second day).
Got clean clothes out of drawers and dressed myself completely. I think this is actually a first. It must have taken 5 minutes to get the operated leg into the uncooperative trouser leg, and so tempting to call for help, but I persevered.
Made breakfast for myself and got to eat it this time.
Put fruit and veg that H bought yesterday away, rearranging the fridge to fit it all in.
Washed up the nondishwashable items from last night, dried and put away.
Made lunch for myself. I’ve done that before, but lunch has consisted of nuts, fruit, tinned tuna, whatever I could put in a bag hanging round my neck. Now I can inch around with only one crutch, I can carry a plate to the table. I cooked corn on cob, with butter and pepper, carrots and houmus and tomatoes. Such a business, get corn from fridge, wash corn, microwave it, get knife from drawer, carrots and butter from fridge, pepper from shelf, assemble and clear up, when you have to juggle a crutch, takes forever!
Loaded a few things in dishwasher, got tablet out of cupboard and into the receptacle, closed door and set it going.
Looked for, and found! that pair of shoes I knew I had somewhere that fasten with Velcro not laces.
Got my coat and shoes, both crutches, reacher and a chair to the garden door. That was a feat of logistics! The chair can be used like a walker but needs both hands, so the crutches have to both come to door, take one to chair ....etc etc.
Put on shoes, another first. Used reacher to close Velcro, fail on the left so gave in and H helped, but almost did it!
Got out of door without anyone holding it.
Walked up the back garden on narrow curving path, climbed 2 steps onto the deck, and down again, first steps! First time seeing this part of my garden for 3 weeks, all plants healthy, though of course there were little jobs I yearned to do. Soon!
Made myself cups of tea and coffee, refilled water bottles, swapped ice packs.
All interspersed with walks and rests and ice.
I have generously allowed H to make dinner.
Exhausted! How on earth do hippies cope who live alone?