For the first time since my surgery last Tuesday (one week ago today), I got out of the house and breathed in fresh air.
I went out on our back deck. I dare not go out in public because it is too cumbersome with my leg in a brace and the risk of catching a cold or the flu, thus compromising my immune system.
Oh how wonderful it was to have that wonderful, fifty-five degree, wind caress my old face. There is life in Ron yet. There is life yet!
Tomorrow I have an appointment with my orthopedic doctor. I will have to get out of the house to go to his office. However, I won't be making any visits to supermarkets like I did before my leg surgery. My home health care worker warned me that I would be exposed to the flu virus that is still making the rounds. She said there were twenty-six deaths already in Delaware from the flu. I had a bad cold a few weeks ago, I don't know if it was the flu or not. But I certainly don't want to get sick again.
I'm eating well, going to the bathroom regularly, getting enough exercise and rest. The one real challenge I have to deal with is patience. She said it will take three months for my leg to get back to normal. Sometimes I think of that period of time, being laid up and immobile (not being able to drive) and I feel like I'm going to go crazy. I'm used to being active. My home health care worker saw immediately this morning and that's why she warned me to be patient.
Progress is being made folks. One baby step at a time but I am going in the right direction. Maybe someday I'll get off this subject of my leg injury and write about fun stuff like our trip to California this past January. But for now, bear with me while I get back to normal.
It's all good folks. At least I'm not in a wheelchair.
|The Repaired Ron - standing!|