me and my great PY Ady
Today I truly felt back to myself. Everything is improving, I’m off oxygen. I’m off pain killers, they took out the catheter. Walking is still slow I need a walker and someone to bring a wheelchair to sit in to take breaks.
Unfortunately, I still have diarreah and need a walker and a nurse to get to the bathroom. And yes, the problems you can imagine with that scenario have happened.
Since I don’t need as much support, the sloths have gotten into some trouble.
eating flowers
Playing with my breathing thing.
Sven tried to teach Sergio the ropes of support slothing.
But all Sergio cared about was that he didn’t get a name tag like my parents. My dad lent him his. Sergio insisted we call him Tom.