Or maybe it’s day 7 of Sandro 2.0, but either way it’s basically a new beginning for me.
My first night out of the hospital was tough since I can’t really sleep flat, and I spent much of the night gasping for air. In the end I managed to get a couple hours of sleep, but this is going to be a on-going experiment for a while. Missi was a trooper trying hard to help me find ways to get comfortable — she headed off to work with little more sleep than I had.
I managed to get dressed, make breakfast and set myself up for the day in about 1.5 hours.
My first order of business of the day was to spend 5 minutes on the Internet discovering that I had developed metatarsalgia (probably from doing my PT in hospital slippers instead of sneakers). Anyway the doctors didn’t diagnose it and I think the PT personnel knew what was wrong, but didn’t treat it (gotta love overlapping medical jurisdiction). So the result was they trained me on a cane, and I hobbled around even worse than I have otherwise. Websites indicated judicious use of ice was the appropriate remedy, and I’m now much more mobile (well such as it is).
Jef came by a bit after 11am and we hung out and go out for lunch (it was as healthly a joint as we know how to choose in College Park, but that’s not saying much). It was a good time, and felt about as normal as I have since this whole process started.
I probably managed about 10-15 minutes of walking total. I’ll need to double that pretty rapidly. I also didn’t use my inspirational spirometer much at all (1 x 10, maybe 2 x10??). Hopefully tomorrow will be better.