Saturday

The weekend is here at last. At least I think it is the weekend, but I haven’t left the apartment since coming home from the hospital on Wednesday afternoon. Time tends to lose its meaning and its impact without something to really measure it against. Because Hal is totally in charge of my recovery, he determines what I can and can’t do, obviously where I can and can’t go is covered as well.

I suppose I’m at around 30% of normal, and that level drops rapidly as my energy wanes through the day. It is annoying to get exhausted so quickly, but when it happens I then realize that Hal is right to severely restrict my activities the way he has. I don’t need to be out driving and then lose most of my energy and focus so rapidly.

The new iPhone arrived late Friday, and it is awesome! I’m grateful to T-Mobile for it , but I sincerely hope that I won’t need it in the hospital anytime soon. I’m just so over hospitals right now and want to avoid them at all costs for as long as possible. There are other things to occupy my time, such as a long list of follow-up visits with my PCP and specialists. Then there will be returning to work once I am medically cleared, and then we will be moving to the new apartment in March. There is no shortage of things to keep us busy, so Hal is very smart to pace me now in the initial phase of the recovery.

With luck, I’ll be allowed to venture outside on Saturday. Perhaps I’ll start the car and let the engine run for a minute or two. I wouldn’t dare try to move the car unless Hal is with me. That remains to be seen. My desire to push ahead with my recovery no longer matters. Miscalculation has gotten me into trouble before on this.

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