We put in a small section of sweet corn yesterday. ("We" is an exaggeration - I just watched). It is a chance, but corn can take a light frost, and if it makes it, we will beat the yearly drought and get a good crop.
Putting broccoli and brussel sprouts in today. We buy started plants from a nearby greenhouse.
We also expanded a pig pen yesterday and fixed the wipers on the truck. Only the last "we" includes me.
Oremus pro invicem!
I don't like to dwell too much on my surgery and recovery, but what else is there? I still have trouble concentrating enough to read deep. But I am still thinking, but still occupied with the whole experience.
So, do I recommend it? That is do I recommend open heart surgery? More accurately, was the fun I had for 58 or so years clogging my arteries worth the pain of Cbbg X 4 and the current ongoing recovery.
I guess it is analogous to our life and Heaven vs. Hell. We can chase pleasure, power, wealth and (supposed) happiness for our 58 or 93 years or whatever time we have on this Earth and consequently suffer Hell.
Of course surgery and recovery is not eternal, so the analogy eventually breaks down.
But going forward, I certainly will try to avoid a repeat even if I need to suffer a little bit more. I am finding out that many of my elderly neighbors have had multiple open hearts. Not sure I am man enough to go through it again.
Oremus pro invicem!
So here I am more than a month out. I am walking a lot (on my own and in Cardiac Rehab). I am driving a very little. And my upper body muscles I am sure are atrophying - I am not allowed to do much with my arms.
My left pinky and ring finger are numb most of the time and my left arm is either numb or in pain much of the time. I am told by various sources that this is just expected collateral damage OR this is very rare. I am told this may take a month to heal; I am told this may never go away - depending on the source. Not sure what to believe.
Good days and bad days, but happy to be alive. Each good day is better than the last good day; each bad day is less bad than the last bad day.
Not recovered enough to be back at work completely, but in this online world, I do have some work I can do.
I have always respected the work nurses do, but my 10-day stint in the hospital in December just enhanced that respect. At first I thought my human dignity was being stripped away as the nurses and techs took control of all my functions and abilities. But by the time I left the hospital I realized that instead of stripping my human dignity they were preserving it by taking care of my every need when I couldn't. God bless all nurses and techs. (Of course, Mrs. Curley was staying with me and taking care of me too.)
Oremus pro invicem!
