I finished with my therapies by 11 AM today. 11 is really early since I'm scheduled for 85 minutes/day.
So, now I'm bored.
They are now letting me have ibuprofen and I'm feeling better. It's funny that feeling better leads to boredom. I have my computer, kindle and TV for entertainment. I had hoped to be exploring Portland during June, not recuperating.
I laid down from 11-12:30. My butt hurt so bad from the lumpy mattress that I got into my wheelchair. I sat outside for awhile. Now I'm in the dining room waiting for bingo to start. I hope it's not too too lame.
Bingo was okay. Play is slow for the more handicapped people.
I've engaged a lawyer to help me with the bus company responsible for my injury. She has a good reputation. It's an Oregon law that cases do not drag on for years.
This is the third time that my life was changed in an instant. In 1969 a car rammed my car into a tree. I lost my kneecap causing a permanent injury. At the time of the accident I was midway in my second year in college. I had to miss 2 semesters to recuperate.
In 2010 my husband and best friend fell injuring his spinal cord and became quadriplegic. My life as I had known it ended. For months I took care of him and my elderly mother. Besides the amount of work I also was suffering from a kind of post traumatic stress disorder. Visiting TIRR, the specialty hospital for spinal cord injuries, exposed me to so much pain and suffering. Young wives would be pushing baby carriages next to their husbands in wheelchairs. There were people suffering brain injuries screaming and crying. Then, of course, I had to learn how to take care of my permanently paralyzed husband. (It turned out that he also had a brain injury. Subsequently, he decided he never loved me and we were divorced.)
Now it's 2017. I worked so so hard to move to Portland. I had to sort all my possessions. Pack up what I could and sell my house. I arrived in Portland on May 19, 2017 ready to make a new life for myself. 3 days later I was walking my dog and was hit by a city bus. My hip was broken, suffered a concussion and many cuts and bruises. I had emergency surgery and stayed at a trauma hospital for 4 days. Now I'm in my third week at a skilled nursing facility. I am thrilled that I did not suffer a brain or spinal cord injury. Nonetheless, my life has been changed and set on a different course.
I now have a permanently injured right hip. I'm learning how to walk with a walker. I'm using some of the same equipment here that was used at TIRR. I'm surrounded by injured people. It's very difficult for me. I can't help but relive some of the memories of the pain I suffered during my husband's stay at TIRR.
I am working hard at rehab. It hurts- a lot. But, that's the only way that I can recuperate. I don't know how much of a disability this injury will cause me.
This is definitely not how I imagined my life would be like in Portland. The injury will make my transition so much more difficult. I can't go out and explore the city. I'm lucky that I can use the walker to make it down the hall.
Maybe this will be the last major life altering incident that will happen to me. But, then again, maybe not.