I have been quiet for the past 5 weeks. Mostly recovering. It has been a month since the surgery. Most of my friends and family have been very supportive. It has been a tough recovery. Jude and I under estimated the extent of the surgery and recovery period. And all the pain and whining and crying involved. Especially in the first few weeks. Had to sleep on the couch the first week before I could get in my bed and not hurt myself tossing around as I usually do. The lung they deflated during surgery took almost 3 weeks to get back to being normal and breathing again. Running out of air when talking was interesting. As usual my wife did a good job of deciphering what I was trying to say. Finally, this past week I am feeling sort of back to normal. The first surgery in December and then the second one in March seem to have knocked me back quite a bit. I suppose that was one way to lose 20 pounds. However, the loss of strength was a bit surprising. So that is now the goal to gain that back. Started walking about a mile around the house followed immediately by a nap.
Week 4 I got up the nerve to go out to dinner with a couple of dear friends. It was a very early 530pm dinner at a nice new restaurant. Tom and Gail and Judith and I have this common foodie, fun, laughter, sharing relationship. I am truly grateful for their friendship. At times like these that I am experiencing, it is good to know that there can be some normalcy in my life. As Jude and I walked into this restaurant and waited at the bar for them to arrive I said to her “Honey we have officially become old… having dinner at 530pm”. Well mostly cause we both knew that in a few hours I would be exhausted and ready for bed. Several hours later the dinner was so so but the company was as expected relieving and fun. Gail is going through some work challenges and was updating us. I admire her strength, intelligence and courage for not putting up with the nonsense women endure working in a man’s world. She is a strong woman like my wife and I have a future blog where I want to talk more about this and all the strong women in my life. She said she loved my blog and the way I wrote. Meant a lot to me to hear that.
Music and Television bingeing.
Time passed by listening to music and watching movies. Working on my Itunes library which is up to over 20,000 songs. Flipping between all sorts of genres from rock, reggae, chill, country. Music is such a blessing. I was actually able to spend time listening to my collection… some old some new. I also spent a lot of time just watching TV shows. Put me in front of a home and garden or cooking channel and I am a happy camper. Then came the ultimate binge watching…. Reliving the first 7 seasons of Game of Thrones. The final 8thseason starts next week on April 14th. Although we had previously seen the 7 seasons it had been a long wait for the 8thseason to roll around. And now it’s here. So anyway, we busted through the 70 odd hour long shows in a record 3 weeks. So now primed for the conclusion to see what happens in Westeros, who lands on the Iron Throne and how many more heads will roll as Winter has come and the Night King is on the march against all humanity. Will Cersei bite the dust? Could we love Tyrion’s character more? Will Jamie come around? Will Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen rule the world. So many questions. And with the anticipation of the start of next weeks short 8 episodes and conclusion comes a lot of frustration to. Why are they killing the show? We are addicted to it. Many of us will be sad to see it end. The production values, the story lines, the depth of each and every character is just incredible. Absolutely deserving of very Emmy this show has won. I am not usually a big fan of serial type dramas but this one was absolutely fantastic. If you haven’t seen I highly recommend.
This where if you have cardiac surgery you typically end up in a monitored gym run by nurses who hook you up to heart monitors and get you back on your feet exercising for anywhere from 8-12 weeks. For me this was old hat. This would be my 4thcardiac rehab stint. I decide that to help my lung function and strength that this may be a good way to get back on my feet. My cardiologist agreed, and I signed up. Jude usually comes with me and works out as well although not as a patient. I think mostly to stay by my side and keep an eye on me. We went to our first session last week. After about 30 minutes of paperwork we got on the exercise routine. She jumped on a treadmill and started to run. Full speed getting her heart rate up to 180. It has been years since I could do that. But my situation is such that I can only take my heart up to 140 max due to the pacemaker and internal cardiac defibrillator they have just installed. The pacemaker is keeping my heart rhythm slow and steady and nobody wants that damn ICD to go off. They say that’s like a horse kick to the chest. To bring you back from the dead. So anyway, the nurse plants me on a elliptical bike and says take it nice and easy and she points to an exertion scale of 0-10. Judith was running at a 9. My first starting level was 1. Which is like an elderly person walking slowy. For 20 minutes I was on this bike. I went from 1-3. Panting and wheezing. My legs ached like you wouldn’t believe. All that pent up lactic acid. I looked around the gym. There were 5 other guys there. By far as usual I was the youngest. The guy next to me on the other bike looked like he weighed 80 lbs and was about 100 years old. The term old geezer came to mind. And this old geezer was pumping away. As were the rest of them. Obviously I was the newbie. While feeling very sorry for myself and angry that the world had put me in this place I looked at him and thought what the heck if he can do it so can I. So, I pushed through my 20 minutes. My legs were wobbly when I was done. Judith in the meantime was throwing weights around and I swear was about to do some back flips. I think she was showing off to all the old geezers in the room including me. I gave her an angry look and ran my finger across my throat in a “stop it lets go” move. So we left and on the way home I think I fell asleep in the car. The next session is Tuesday. And it will be for a full hour. I am thinking about leaving her at home. But I won’t. It is always comforting to know she is around.
Peace and Love. Talk soon.