We spent this weekend in New York City, thanks to my employer, which saw fit to name me winner of a contest sponsored by Corporate Communications. They sprung for round-trip car service, one night hotel at the Renaissance at 57th and Lex, and theater tickets. I really do like my company!
Saturday was spent being active: walking the streets of NYC, riding the subways (read: lots of stairs), and touring the Guggenheim (read: long, spiral uphill path - it's an amazing piece of architecture). Then a nice dinner (pretzel-crusted crab cake and "lobster steak", anyone?), and the theater. Sunday morning, a little more of the same.
I find it interesting - and frustrating - that if I pace myself, I can make it through an activity-packed day or 2 like this, but that it definitely catches up with me. By noon Sunday I was beat, and I've been way sluggish since we got home, both physically and mentally.
It's all part of what Laurie calls the "new normal" - a typical touristy day takes a whole lot more out of me than from someone else.
As the surgery date approaches, days like Saturday remind me that I'm better off than a lot of people with this condition. Yay! - I can make it through a Big Apple weekend. But the term "make it" sets the bar a tad low, doesn't it? And let's not even get into the question of exercise, which I used to love, and now equally fear and loathe for the way it makes me feel. Here's hoping the surgery restores my quality of life to the point where I can walk around the city all day and not pay for it the rest of the week.
Take care,
Michael
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Hey Mike,
Just wanted to reach out and say hello, and let you know I've been checking in on you. I know a lot of people who love you (us included!) will be with you in spirit, come surgery time.
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