Recovering

Shortly after my last post I started getting that “don’t feel quite right” feeling. Next thing I knew I had a full blown, nasty cold. It turned out to be the worst cold I’ve ever had. Maybe my body wasn’t able to fight it while healing from surgery. Maybe it was worse because I’m under restrictions and couldn’t deal with the symptoms as I normally would. For more than a week I could barely breathe and would become winded just walking across a room. I found it impossible to sleep, eat, or do just about anything else.

I am getting better now. Mainly I have quite a bit of lingering chest congestion and still tire with the most trivial task. Aside from the cold, I have continued to heal well. The sutures are all but completely gone, discomfort minimal. My only concern is that I still can’t eat solid food. My jaws simply won’t come together far enough to chew. I wasn’t expecting that. Hopefully I will have dentures in a few weeks and this will all be behind me.

The weather has been rainy most of the time and temperatures have been plummeting. I still have no door to protect the storage room and entry from the weather, nor anything protecting bare wood on two exterior walls. To say this is a source of anxiety would be an understatement. I can only hope to regain enough strength and stamina to do something about it soon.

In one month I have an out of town appointment that it is critical I keep. To date I have no way to get there other than the bike. I need to get my strength back and start daily exercise soon if I am to have a realistic chance of being up to that. It’s not that far away – 15 miles – but it is all up hill and down. I made that trip a few times in my early twenties and once at the age of thirty one. The latter was a bit rough and I am 16  years older now. This should be a fascinating adventure! Did I mention it would not be unprecedented to have snow and ice by that time. In that case I would be walking!