Friday, June 16, 2023
This day is easy to write about. I slept, did a little writing, took my Percocet regularly, and slept.
I got a few phone calls but was not up for anything. I've asked people not to visit.
I got some movement in. I walked the halls with my hospital gown. I needed someone with me whenever I was up and moving. A fall at this point would make the first one look trivial.
My roommate, Brigid, went home. I thought I would feel lonely without her. I was fine without a roommate and would be good in a room for four.
When I went to the bathroom, I checked my appearance. My black eye looked good. I hit it on Scott's trailer hitch when I fell. I also noticed bruising on the front of my chest from the shoulder injury. I did a bang-up job this fall.
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