I also took a shower this morning, which is exhausting. What normally takes me about five to ten minutes takes at least forty-five minutes now. I have to be very careful with my injured leg, I can't lift it. I have to drag it over the small metal ridge into the shower. And I certainly don't want to collapse in the shower with my leg giving out so I have to take my metal cane in with me. Then I have to wash with special anti-bacterial soap, which I was told to do several days before my surgery.
I don't feel as bad now as I did yesterday with my little setback of cardiac clearance prior to my surgery. I understand now this is fairly common practice in the litigious society we live in today. And I do have an extra heartbeat that I've known about for the past few years. My cardiologist says it is fairly normal for a person of my age (old guy that I am) to have the lower left ventricle not close all the way and the rest of the heart to try and make up for that pump malfunction. He said "After all Ron, your heart has been beating non-stop since 1941." These days I am getting more and more references to what an old man I am. Funny that, in my mind I'll always be a Young Guy.
|Me at the doctor's office the other day filling out more forms|
I have a fairly restful night last night. I finished watching the last episode of "Downton Abbey." Now for another non-violent series (all my Netflix DVD's have violence which I'm not in the mood for right now) to take my attention away from my current situation. Watching the white tie tuxedo lords and bejeweled ladies sitting around that magnificent banquet table for "dinner", really helps.
|Upstairs with the swells, where I wish to be|
|Downstairs with there servant class - where I belong|
|Lord and Lady Mary Crawley ; "What? Ron Tipton is joining us for dinner tonight? And just WHO IS HE?"|
|Guess who is coming to dinner|