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Musings on anything. |
I am getting a little stronger each day. A friend reminded me on the phone that I shouldn't expect too much too soon. it's only been two weeks today since I was under heavy anesthesia and had a plastic valve installed in my heart. So I need to go for my afternoon walk now. I can't wait until I am allowed to go down my own stairs in my house. I get to take off the heart monitor Friday and mail it in, so I am looking forward to not having that contraption taped to my chest. And I will be able to take a shower and wash my hair when it's off. I have to change my attitude about so many things. I will become one of the fussy people who makes my own salad dressing to avoid sodium overkill. You can buy tomatoes in cans with no salt added, but not tomato sauce or paste. Fast food is pretty much a thing of the past, darn it. I may not be able to go back to my volunteer activities. I may have to hang out with old people more, and realize I'm not doing them a favor: I'm one of them. I will have to learn to talk about other people and their concerns, maybe even the news, rather than assume I am an acceptable topic of conversation. My period of self-indulgence, along with my recovery, is coming to an end. I need to prepare myself mentally for my next chapters (notice the plural). This doesn't end any time soon. |