~My Journal~

I mentioned my journal yesterday and I got to looking at it

even more..reading more of the pages and looking at the

things that I put in it to save. Sadly most are obits..of loved

ones that I really miss. But I did put in some photos that I

wanted to keep in a safe place so that if this journal is ever

passed on to anyone they would be able to better see who

I was, am or even hope to be. This journal was so thin when

I started it 25 years ago all blank pages.. I look at it now..

still only half full..yet I have to use a rubber band around it to

keep it closed so all the things I have kept in there don't fall

out, If I ever do fill all these pages and add even more things

I would probly have to store it in a box... I think that is the

reason I started this journal.. that it would be a record that I
WAS here. I know I am so unforgettable but..well be nice to

have written PROOF.. :-)

I think my Life Stories will be a good record if I ever put them

all in one place, like a book.. which I really would like to write.

Everything Ive done has been a story, sometimes sad, some

times glad or a very valuable learning experience that my parents

or those Ive come in contact with through this lifetime..But I have

learned a lot. I like to learn and I have been that way ever since

I can remember.. I honestly didn't mind going to school or to

college, anything that involved something I needed or wanted to

know about, I went after and I honestly like to learn new things..

Maybe that's why when I was given THIS challenge of being an

amputee that I, lets say, ATTACKED this challenge of learning,

that I braced myself..knowing I had a lot to learn.. which I honestly

have to say, all my "tricks of the trade" so to speak.. or the way

Ive learned to do certain things, Ive taught myself.. I honestly do

NOT remember anyone telling me how to get onto the potty or

how to really transfer.. I do remember some therapy while I was

in hospital but it was only how to get out of the bed and slide On

the board to get into my chair. The therapy from the hell home,

all I did there when I was a sak, was use a walker and hop up

and down the hall jarring my brains out.. I hated that..

I was going down the hall with one of the therapists, he was

walking along side of me when another resident said how nice

it was to see me 'walking' down the hall.. I was very polite and

smiled but made the statement "I am NOT walking, Im HOPPING
down this hall".. smiled and kept going.. There was a big big

difference.. I only had to do that for 6 weeks..and that was the

total of my daily exercise.. I guess was to make my left leg stronger

which only a few months later would be amputated too..So that

sure didn't help and myself.. I feel it probably hurried the deterioration

of that leg to where it had to be amputated... I find even today that

I still am learning.. but I dont think that ever stops for as long as we

live...

Nice sunny Saturday, my boys woke me kinda late, 7 am.. I was

surprised when I saw the time.. last time I had looked was 3:45, I

thought I was wide awake.. I guess I wasn't :-) I know I woke up to

each one of the boys curled up next to me, LB on my left and Dutch

on my right.. I look like a scare crow as they curl up in my arm pit

and my arm circles around them and they sleep like babies.. Every

once in a while I will feel their foot reach out to touch my face as if

to check that Im still there or something.. We have a set routine to

our madness here you know.. :-) Whichh NOW the routine is to

say my GORGEOUS WEEBLE words, get a snack and roll off

into the sunset of my bedroom... "Nitey Nite".. :-)

Y'all have a good one now, Y'hear ? Love ya and Thanks :-)

Always, Lois ****

God Bless you, is my prayer today,

I'm so honored to call you "friend";

I pray the Lord will keep you safe,

Until I write again.....