Well it's day twelve after my surgery and based on most peoples view, apparently I'm doing very well. I have to admit I thought I would be in more pain than I have been. The worst part is the pain associated with all of the muscles I have to use to help offset muscles I'm not allowed to use. I'm going to have certain muscles in my legs so well developed by the end of this process but the problem being is I won't know what to do with them after I'm recovered and no longer have as much need for them. I'm also getting some great arm muscles out of the deal. Oh and as an added bonus to all of this I lost 6 kilos (13 lbs). So the downside of this is that I'm a little less heavy, I've got great legs and arms but in between there's just a plain middle aged man. Ah well, such is life.
Today I start my back strengthening exercises. I would have started them a few days ago but James has been on night shift the past few nights and of course then he has slept the following days. Now you might ask what does James' work schedule have to do with rather I start my exercise program or not. Well you see the program requires me to lay on the ground and do a series of three different exercises. I don't have a problem with the exercise. I have a problem with rather or not I would be able to get up from the floor once I got down there. I had visions of me lying on the floor for 10 hours or more waiting for James to come home and eventual rescue me from my peril. Anyway, now that he is off for the next few days I feel it is safe enough to start said exercises.
I am venturing out of the house today (James will be driving of course) as I've got prescriptions to be filled and I need to go by the bank for a few items. Maybe we can even try to have breakfast while we are out. I'm still not allowed to do grocery shopping etc. I mean I can go to the store and point at items we need or want but I can't carry anything so it's not really much help to James. All in all though things are going well and the only person who is really having a hard time with all of this recovery is Molly B (the cat). She just does not understand why I can't/won't pick her up for a cuddly. She weighs like 9 kilos and I can't pick up anything heavier than 2 kilos. She follows me around constantly meowing pitifully for me to pick her up and sometimes it gets to the point of me sending her outside because I can't stand it. Anyway, she'll survive as will I.
Well, that's all I have for now and as I've had my 30 minute limit of sitting it's time for me to get up and walk around for a bit. Until next time Enjoy...