It's hard to come up with content for this blog when I'm stuck in a hospital room 24/7. There are only so many pictures you can take of the same setting before you start to go slightly mad. This is the tough part of healing. For me, boredom is a surefire path to depression and self destruction and all that jazz. I have to focus on not losing my shit when I'm stuck in one bed for a couple of months. Though, this time around has been different. It's amazing on what having goals and things to look forward to can do for your psyche. When I get out of here, I can go fishing and for the first time, I won't have to worry about bandages getting wet or wounds getting infected. I can crash on some one's couch without worrying about my wounds staining it. I finally go swimming. I honestly don't remember what swimming feels like.
I also really have to stay focused on my health when I get out of here. I have to do pressure reliefs every 15 minutes for the rest of my life, although this is a bit of a blessing in disguise for me, because it allowed me to buy a really nice outdoor watch on the auspices of it having a resettable timer. I'm such a good salesman. I can convince myself to buy anything.
If all goes well, I'll be back in my chair in my chair for the sitting protocol portion of my stay in 12 days. Then 14 days of sitting in my chair for 15 minutes at first, and increasing it a little each day until I'm back in fighting shape, as the phrase goes. And then, as long as I pay attention to my body and don't ignore the small indicators of my skin health, I should be able to avoid these damnable hospitals for a decade or 2.
I keep dreaming about what swimming feels like.
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