I do believe I am back in the bed for good now. Or at least until I break another rib which is hopefully NEVER. Last night I just made up my mind that it was time and I slept very well for nine hours. I discovered something that helped, though. I had been thinking for some reason that raising my head and shoulders would be better for my ribs but last night I thought about how in the chair I didn't use any pillows under my head and although the recliner does elevate the head a little bit in its furthest-back position, it's not much. So I took out all but one pillow and that did the trick.
And there you go.
Every day I feel better and better and today I cleaned out the hen house (and found seven lovely eggs), pruned the other spirea, and did a little weed-pulling in the garden, getting things ready for the fall plantings. None of this was very physically challenging but when I think back to the first week after I fell and remember how weak and lousy I felt, not even up to shelling beans as I sat in that chair and watched "The Office" I am rather amazed.
Oh! And I picked...BEANS! And peppers.
I would just nod and mumble something like, "Okay, dear," and get on with what I was doing but it's really going to happen.
We're about to have our ten millionth quiet evening at home. I have absolutely no problem with that at all. Supper, some TV, and then sleeping in a bed.
Sounds really good to me.
I better get on with the supper part of the evening. Might do a little crocheting. Who knows?
Y'all take care.