Home at last

Well, I didn't think it would take so long to update the blog when I got home. Here it is the next day after I arrived and I am forcing myself to do this. I am in tons of pain and feeling very much an alien in my own home. Peter is trying so hard to make me comfortable but let's face it. Home doesn't have all the easy to access stuff the hospital does. Tricia (the NA that always had a smile on her face for me at 5am) warned me I would lose it when I got home and break down and cry. I didn't even make it to the house. I was balling as I drove away. The task ahead..am I going to make it up the 16 stairs, will I be able to use the toilet at home...is there a chair I can sit in...will I be able to fit in the shower? All of the questions and not always a good answer. It's the nest day and I am still trying to figure out what to do about obstacles. I need to walk and have now where to do it. I'm walking around the island in my kitchen. I don't even have enough for to get a pace going. I thinking about now that those ceiling tiles in the re-hab weren't so bad after all! Oh well, I'm sure tomorrow will be better. I'm going to TRY to venture out if I can get down the stairs!