Yesterday was a very good day for me. It was "A"'s first day back to work and she was comfortable leaving me alone. I proved I could behave myself and not break any of the doctors rules. This included lifting anything heavier than a kilo and not staying in the shower for more than 5 minutes. My gentle "A" can be a slave driver when she wants to be. Beneath the beauty is a commander.
I decided to be proactive and try and get out of the house. I was able to have coffee with my friend JC who was kind enough to pick me up. He is actually quite an inspiration to me. His situation is similar but his challenges are greater. He handles his situation with humor and faith. I also was able to catch up on my e-mails from the past week. E-mails are great for someone recovering. They can keep the mind busy and help focus on friends.
I knew the 8 inch cut in my belly would slow me down somewhat, however, I didn't realize that recovery could be so exhausting. After "A" came home, I asked her to take me to do some banking and get some supper. I must have walked for no more than 3 blocks and I was pooped! I had a goal of walking around Lake Banook later this week, however, I will postpone this by a week at least or more.
Today, I am going to create some havoc with the nursing system at the Victoria General Hospital and provide feedback on the all the nurses who took care of me (and others) last week. This should keep my mind focused for another day.
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I think men may be good at math, but they are slightly measurement challenged. The scar is only about six inches.
Your wife
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