Still in recovery from a broken shoulder, I’ve been doing a bit better for the last few days. Right now I am still weak. I haven’t been eating much, mostly soup, so that may be part of it.

The house cleaners came on Monday and I was sick in bed, but I told them to go ahead and clean around me. They couldn’t change the sheets but cleaned the rest of the house. I called and changed my service to once a week as my guy doesn’t see that the house needs cleaning.

After a few days, I wasn’t as dizzy and I found out I could make it to the bathroom by myself by holding onto the dresser, the cat tree, the door frame and the sink until I got there, so that was a major accomplishment. No more potty chair.

Honey has been doing the best that he can. The windup clocks ran down which was fine because the cuckoo was getting on my nerves anyway. I asked him yesterday to water the plants and he did — including an artificial plant on the coffee table. “It looks real to me,” he said.

He warms frozen dinners or gets carry-out food for us to eat. One day he made a pot of chili with me giving instructions. The cat is sick, the kitchen has been invaded by ants and the dishwasher has broken. I called a repair service for the dishwasher, then decided we might as well get a new one. I wonder if you can buy dishwashers online?

I’ve been learning some new skills since I’ve been incapacitated. I found a lot of things Alexa can do that I didn’t know about, like turn off the television in the living room and call Honey on his iPhone or his Alexa app when I am in the bedroom.

I’ve also found out that I can dictate things like emails and texts with Seri and don’t have to type them. I already knew that I could do that, of course, but I just typed anyhow. Seri’s spelling is good, but her punctuation is non-existent, and she doesn’t always understand slurred speech when you are taking pain meds.

The paramedics had put monitors on me with little stickers. When they unplugged me, they left the stickers on my skin, so I’ve been finding stickers all over me for about a week. I finally got that shower I’ve been needing and Honey got the hairdryer and dried my hair. I told him I would recommend him for a job at a beauty shop. He declined.

He will be gone all day tomorrow at his club so I’m kind of worried about that, but maybe I can figure out how to get in and out of a wheelchair by myself. I am trying to be more independent and less of a burden. Even if I have to stay in bed, he needs time off. Caregiving is a hard job.

My son declared war on the kitchen ants with spray and ant traps. I think they have given up. I didn’t see a white flag, but I don’t see any more ants either.