25Mar26: Good morning!

Andy found a new place to sleep.

Wheelchairs are handy for all.

Also, my wheelchair puts Andy at just the right spot to pet and “scritch” my kitty!

Andy finds it is just right for hopping over to the ottoman for…

…his Greenies treats.

Off for a little water.

Back for…

… a bit of morning loving! Andy is adjusting to the new arrangements in the apartment.

He learned, for example, that coming from the back route over the recliner instead of hopping over from the front route, he still has a high road cats love over instead of going in a straight line on the ground.

(Cat people will understand that contorted sentence!) These front route is very much altered, maybe unusable for Andy now.

Back for more loving…again!

And a few treats. The new way of giving Andy Greenies on a paper towel turned out to be a very neat – literally – way of doing it. Check the mess in the previous photo versus the last photo. All I have to do is fold the mess up and toss it. It also is a lot easier for Andy to eat the treats since they don’t get away from him when he tries to lick them up.

Back where we started.

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I continue to do well. I refused a prescription of Oxycontin. I am not experiencing any pain Tylenol can’t handle, if at all most of the time, and I will not take any opioid. When I was in the US Army back before dirt was invented, I saw enough people who ruined their lives on that sort of crap! I also rejected a suggestion I go on “swing bed” for a few days. I don’t understand the concept. You just lie in bed and are – it seems – taking up space so the medicals can observe your recovery at the same time you get weaker because that’s what happens when you aren’t ever as active as you’d be in your usual daily activities. I know that wasn’t a good pair of refusals, but I’ve rejected that drug before but agreed to the “swing bed” to end up floppy like a rag doll!

At home, I have my kitty sleeping peacefully next to me, I don’t have to wait for someone to take me to poop, I’m making my own meals, washing my own dishes. I even brushed a thick layer of dust off Andy’s 10th birthday cat tree gift, possibly the main reason he hasn’t been using it. Best of all, I notice I am stronger, able to stand longer, if with support, and am learning how to navigate my new apartment arrangement in a wheelchair.

I still will use a walker at home, but I need wheelchair practice. Oh yes, I made that mess brushing Andy’s cat tree – dust plus cat hair, I suppose – and did a little vacuuming from a wheelchair. I have always done it from a walker. I’m a clever enough monkey!

Then, because I haven’t use that particular new vacuum much, emptying it, I made a few new messes. Ahem! Soooo, I got a broom out of the closet and established I can use a broom efficaciously from a wheelchair. Walker brooming is easy and old hat for me, so now I know I have two ways to keep the floor neat.

My kitty!

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Nope! I prepared more than I was up to again. My appetite is good, but execution – eating all I fix – still needs a tune-up.

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It was a busy morning. The afternoon was spent thinking about what things I need delivered from the grocery store, which appointments need to be on the appointment board, and if the dryer component came in yet. I can hang wet clothes, but it limits how many items I can do each time.