The view from my window |
My high walker |
Red Baron immediately became known like a bunter Hund (colored dog), i.e., known all over the place.
On the second day, a physiotherapist took me secretly aside and showed me how to walk safely with crutches, only revealing that their walking aids were too short. With those, Red Baron, already being bent, bents over even more.
The next day the longer crutches arrived. It was the talk of the hospital. All the various specialists treating various aspects of my hip replacement hailed my new walking aids.
The screenshot was taken at 1557 hours on December 2, for treatment on Thursday, December 3. |
My pharmacy |
This overdosed (?) medication makes me sleepy during the day when I am not exercising but sleepless during the night.
My wet cell (Nasszelle) |
My workstation |
I am missing my desktop PC. Neither can I modify a Webpage nor dress up my
photos.
Success. One week of treatment has me walk short distances with less pain than before surgery. Most importantly, I can now fetch my food, no longer dependent on being served at the table.
Success. One week of treatment has me walk short distances with less pain than before surgery. Most importantly, I can now fetch my food, no longer dependent on being served at the table.
We sit alone, each at a separate table, and must eat fast, for food is served in three shifts; Corona oblige.
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