I still have a cough. It's vastly improved since its August heyday, but it's still there. At the hospital they warned me that, while it's not much more than an annoyance now, it could turn into pneumonia in my surgery-weakened system. And so it's in my best interest that I do breathing exercises with this plastic contraption.
It's boring and it makes me cough.
It's far more amusing here at home than it was in the hospital, though, because my cat Joey really enjoys watching the little yellow plunger on the far left moves from good to better to best. It's as though I have a cheering section!
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
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Some hospitals do allow therapy pets. In fact, when my dad was in Physical Therapy there was a therapy dog that "helped" out.
ReplyDeleteThey brought in therapy animals when Bear was in the hospital too. She enjoyed seeing them.
ReplyDeleteNow, do your breathing exercises. They're supposed to make you cough, so all that crap in your lungs doesn't get infected.