Some random thoughts before I drop the subject....
Weeks ago my doctor told me, “Maybe you should get back to work, it would be good for you.” The Blazers first pre-season game was a Friday two days later (eight weeks from surgery but only four from the ablation) and I took his advice. Then I woke up Saturday with my chest aching all over. It was difficult for me to move. I hadn’t used those lung/diaphragm muscles in months, and they were squawking. By Sunday they were done complaining and my next game that night was infinitely easier. I believe I was cutting it close, but it was the best thing I could have done.
My progress has been guardedly good. I can hammer out mostly flat 2.5 mile walks now without breaking a sweat. My apps say my heart rate goes between 65 and 85bpm. I’ll get a heart-echo after Christmas. That will let me know if I can start pushing harder.
I am hoping that echo test will tell me how far (or close) I am to the “pre-op Mark.”
Anyone have *this* happen? I had headaches so I checked my blood pressure. It blew up to 197/99. I didn’t believe my Costco home cuff so I raced to a fire station and luckily caught an EMT between shifts. He took my BP with a stethoscope and cuff: 205/102. That is crisis level. “You better call your doctor.” I did. More meds. Now down to 136/70.
I have terrible insomnia now. It’s probably PTSD.
I’ve had a personal goal since the leg clots to start taking FEWER meds. Every day it’s like I swallow a small pharmacy. I exercised almost every day hoping that over time I could liberate myself from one or two of these medications. Alas, they keep adding more. I practically choke on them when I try to swallow them all.
What a kind thing one of my KEX show sponsors (TERRA FIRMA FOUNDATION SYSTEMS) did….A $500 donation to the American Heart Association in my name. I am deeply touched. Grown men are not supposed to cry.
Another casualty of COVID-19: Office visits with the doctor. Virtual visits with the doctor are technically cool, but they are not a substitute for office one-on-one’s. I’ve had a bunch now and I like them less and less. Too impersonal. I wonder how the doctors and nurses feel about them.
I still don’t look at my scar in the mirror.
I got a note from my surgeon’s office reminding me NOT to lift anything over 15-pounds until mid-January. Now they tell me. I think they did a while back, but I wanted to be Superman.
My sternum still hurts. Probably because of the above. SO this weekend I laid low and barely did anything and let the ache dissipate, which it did! Monday I woke up with no pain – until I went into a sneezing fit. Couldn’t stop it, you know how it goes. About the 15th sneeze I felt my sternum ache again. Darn cats.
Speaking of cats, Raffi (our youngest) has decided that it’s too cold in the house to sleep anywhere but…on my chest. That’s a no-go. So now I sleep with a fat pillow covering my chest so he doesn’t even think about it. No wonder I have insomnia. Darn cats.