So, my good wife (my only wife!) and I are working on exercises this morning. Actually I’m doing the exercises, she’s cheering me on. I find I need the cheering, and the exercises in order to regain what surgery has given back to me.
Originally, in my mind, the idea was that I would continue with all sorts of activities while I recuperated. the actual recovery would merely be one of those compartmental areas slotted in my PDA (Day Timer).
Yeah! That worked for a day or two once I got home (sitting in a hospital it is your job to work on recovery — at home you have to set your priorities).
The first few days I had welcome visitors — but I ran out of steam more quickly than expected. I scheduled in some correspondence (emails, phone calls, etc.). But somehow I was physically distracted and the "to do" list keeps growing without trying.
Now, the thought that many have told me is finally coming home. "You are here to recover — the rest is gravy!" To my friend Blaine — I feel the Paradigm Shift starting to reach into my soul.
What makes this especially pointed?? My wife has been through many major heart surgeries. I think she told me this would happen (OK, she did mention it once or twice). But "let him who has ears to hear, hear."
So, I’m turning up the volume a bit!!