One Step at a Time (Really): First Visit from the Physiotherapist

Last Friday—yes, I'm a little behind on my posts—a physiotherapist came to our apartment to help me learn how to be less terrified of going down the stairs and do simple exercises in order to become a little less deconditioned after two months of doing almost nothing but chillaxin' (i.e., lying in a hospital bed). … Continue reading One Step at a Time (Really): First Visit from the Physiotherapist

Washing My (Stubbly, Pathetic) Hair: When Mundane Tasks Become Your New Excitement

Yesterday was momentous in that it marked the first day post-surgeries that I was allowed to wash my hair. It was glorious. It was also strange. Until this past fall, my hair stretched halfway to my waist. Then my surgery was initially scheduled, and I got a series of cuts to prepare myself for the … Continue reading Washing My (Stubbly, Pathetic) Hair: When Mundane Tasks Become Your New Excitement

A Quick, Disjointed, and Incomplete Update: Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

I’ve been meaning to write an update for days—weeks?—now. However, for the first chunk of this hospital stay, I didn’t feel well enough to do anything but sleep and pity myself, and now that I’m a little more functional, lying around all the time is making me lazy. And so I figured I better devote … Continue reading A Quick, Disjointed, and Incomplete Update: Two Steps Forward, One Step Back