“Do you have a bedside potty or a tall toilet?” “Do you have a walker?” “Do you have steps going into your home that has a handrail?” “Do you have enough help at home that you wouldn’t need a rehab facility?” Bombarded by questions from my case manager at the hospital, I was instantly aware that the shit is getting real. I proudly answered “yes” to all questions answered as if it were the entrance exam into a prestigious club.
I purchased some cute athletic wear that can be used during my therapy at the hospital. Fashion is key in helping me feel good while I recover and, of course, I will be wearing a new addition – compression socks. These are a must have to complete any outfit. I am convinced that after a few weeks of showing them off to the public, they will be the new fashion trend.
Football season starts in a couple of weeks and I am determined not to miss it. This is Bryce’s junior year and I want to be present for every moment. Even if I have to be rolled in a wheelchair to the end zone where we usually reside, I will be there. I told Bryce that I will probably have a sign saying something embarrassing or a big fat head of him, just to let everyone know that I am his Mom. He wasn’t amused. In fact, he knows I will do it, so that is the added bonus in having a little fun with my otherwise unfortunate circumstances.
It is a shift in my perception that will aid my recovery. Humor is a must. In every situation that I have walked through, laughing at myself (and others), has created a barrier to block the fear and anxiety. It also provides me with excellent writing material and I am sure after this experience, my creative bucket will be overflowing.