Dear Diary,
I was asked if I wanted to take a walk and kind of get out of bed and this room.
With a broken ankle and fractured collar bone, it wasn’t the easiest task but I was able to go outside and get some fresh air.
I’m wearing a gown and robe so I didn’t stay out long but it was nice.
It looks like I’m in a regular neighborhood area. I’m not going to be critical of this since they have helped me tremendously.
When I laid back down, I didn’t realize how bad I was sweating just from going out and coming back in.
So I took a bath, of course with help. She was nice but it is kind of nice to not need help getting in and out of a bath tub.
I emailed Ryan again and nothing still. ☹️
Kemper has been gone most of the morning. He was here when I went to sleep last night so I don’t know if he slept in my bed again or not.
They did more blood work today. I don’t even ask anymore why or for what.
The lady asked if I wanted to get my hair cut. It has grown out a lot. It’s all the way down my back but I don’t really want to cut it. Then she asked how often do I get my hair colored, I don’t. My hair is naturally platinum blonde.
She told me I was lucky to have hair like that.
I guess 🤷🏼♀️
My dad has blonde hair but more of a sandy blonde.
Then it just got me to thinking about my dad. How he is? What’s he doing?
It kind of made me a little depressed. I miss my family a little.