IT'S HARD TO REMEMBER.....HA! JUST KIDDING!

...I may have already mentioned it, (I did, I know it! I think.),  but it's hard for me to remember things more and more! It's sort of worrying--really. Maybe I've talked about it sort of in jest...but there's nothing much funny to me about it.

I can see your faces right now. "Can she ever discuss anything but remembering or not remembering?!"

How does one know when it's time to be worried about one's memory,  anyway? As I've said before, it seems since I started falling at the first of January, 2016--because of my blood pressure suddenly dropping, they (all those "they's" being doctors),  it's gotten worse. Maybe.

Did it happen when I had the pulmonary embolism last May, was in a coma for 2 days and the hospital for 3 weeks? (I must confess, after the surgery to get my blood regulated and the clots in my leg and hip broken up as much as possible---I cannot say I even hated being there.  Isn't that somewhat terrible?)  Maybe because I wasn't responsible for remembering everything--or anything!?

The nurses---male and female, (all much younger than I)---treated me like a Queen--well, maybe a Duchess, at least. It was quite obvious that  I wasn't, if jewelry, or things I had in the room mattered. I had nothing with me, I had been put to sleep in our local hospital and a PIC line put in to make sure I would not have too constantly stuck with the things that were dripping into me. That meant I could only wear hospital gowns which were not beautiful, but they worked.  The PIC stayed in til the day I got ready to come home, and we didn't get out of the hospital til 9 PM that evening!

As many people as I've heard complain about being at that hospital--they have all been men. I guess that isn't good to say, but I think most men have more, and higher expectations of nurses than I. I can speak for other women, even.

See what I mean bout memory? It's hard enough to stay on a topic long--and the topic was memory! I wandered off the topic and got into how wonderful the nurses were!

I'm very small town. I've hardly been out of my own state, except when the kids lived in Alabama. Never been on an airplane, never really have had many yearnings toward vacations since I've gotten older. It wouldn't have mattered--we mostly do what my husband wants to do, anyway. :)

  Since he retired almost 8 years ago, he's been mostly sitting in his recliner, going to church, and going out a couple of nights a month to play music with some friends.We go to see the kids when there aren't appointments and things that slow all us older people down.

 It's okay. My health hasn't been the best for the past year, and I'm still using a cane for balance when we go out. And I've had Fibromyalgia for over 20 years.

My hubby has looked after me so well this past year, and I do so hate asking anyone to do any things for me, (Even nurses!), but when you can't get up because you've fractured your tailbone, or bruised your ribs, etc., or you may fall...you're fortunate to have someone who is willing to help you, and still love you. I eventually realized that instead of falling again and putting him to more trouble, (and my body through more), to ask if he could help me if I need something right then.

If I post this same thing again tomorrow--don't be alarmed. It's probably to late to help me now! :)

                                    God bless you, bless one another!