Every day is an effort to keep moving, because walking is about the best thing for me right now (and I start cardiac rehab as soon as I can get it scheduled). Plus, I'm bored at home. So we've been out and about, which means I haven't been on the computer much at all. And this blog suffers for it, alas.
So to beat cabin fever, we took a spontaneous trip today to Dublin. Shamrocks, Guinness and the Blarney Stone!
Sadly, no. Dublin, Pennsylvania, home of the nearest state driver's license photo center. For the next 4 years I can excuse my driver's license photo by explaining it was taken not 3 weeks after heart surgery.
It being cold and sometimes rainy here in January, we've been doing most of the walking in malls like this one, this one, and this one, as well as grocery stores/BJ's/Target - anything with lots of aisles, things to look at, and carts to lean on like walkers if needed (which I really haven't). Bonus points if the shopping center has a Barnes & Noble or Borders to take a break at (and so Jenn doesn't come home empty-handed).
The good news is, in all my walking, I haven't hit the wall yet - in fact, Jenn said today she was struggling to keep up. I haven't hit the gym for a "workout" yet, so I'm not ready to definitively term the surgery a success, but I'm very optimistic. I'd like the pain to subside a little more. I'm still taking a whole lot of Advil and Tylenol. My internist, Dr. Schwartz, and my HCM specialist at Brigham and Women's, Dr. Ho, both tell me to quit being a hero and take the Percocet. But that makes me loopy (not to mention "irregular"), and I dislike cognitive impairment just a little more than I dislike pain. Besides, I need something to complain about, else Jenn thinks she gets off easy.
Speaking of Dr. Ho, she gets major props from me here. She had just returned from maternity leave, saw my operative report in her inbox that must have been 2 feet high with papers, and called me personally on my cell phone to check on me and see if there was anything she could do. Wonderful, terrifically attentive (and expert) doctor.
Finally, for those of you in the Philadelphia area, here's a plug for my fellowship's annual choir concert. It's this Sunday, Jan. 31, 2:00 p.m. at the fellowship on Street Road in Warrington. I obviously won't be singing this year, but I'll be there and it should be wonderful. I have 2 tickets free to anyone interested, just contact me. And thanks to Dad for generously donating the printing for the programs.
Take care,
Michael
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Keep plugging along. Take the Percocet (maybe a smaller dose?).
Hope to see you soon. Give me a call.
You can be a bump on the log all you want... and very sweet of you to enable... no, wait, I meant "help".. yeah, HELP Jenn with her book addicti... obsessi... compulsi... humnmn... I can't say much on it, 'cause I'm exactly the same way as Jenn - MUST HAVE BOOK... INK ON FINGERS, EYES CROSSING FROM SMALL PRINT... ahem... never mind!!
Love you both - can't wait to see you @ the concert.. gonne be GREAT!
M Carol C
So glad it went well and you're doing so well now! You have February and March to finish getting all better so that we can get your Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy back on the golf course with the girls! :-)
As soon as the weather breaks (and as I write this I'm staring at my snow-covered lawn), I'll be out there with her chipping and putting. Don't know when I'll be able to put a full swing on it, but short game practice should be OK as soon as I can!
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