I didn’t write anything, yesterday, because I didn’t feel up to snuff. Really low on energy.
Feeling more like myself, today.
With Yom Kippur (The Day of Atonement for last year’s sins) being this week, we plan to celebrate Kol Nidre with Steven and Ravi on Wed. evening. And then we’ll break the fast with Andi and Michael at their place on Thursday. I’m eager to enjoy this outing for several reasons, one of which is because our destination will not be Mayo.
I have Shakespeare via Zoom twice this week (Wed. and Fri.), so lots to look forward to between today and the coming weekend.
Yesterday, I worked with my occupational therapist, who, thankfully, offers lots of tips about conserving energy, being that I was so short of breath as to barely be able to walk four steps with my walker before seeking a chair in which I’d stayed put until need to huff and puff had relaxed. No wonder I didn’t feel like penning a post—thinking with clarity intact demands an oxygenated brain, and it seems that, yesterday, my one lung, valiantly taking on the work of two, was just plum tuckered out.
Today, while working with my physical therapist, I doubled my best time walking (since this last surgery) before shortness of breath saw me in need of parking my walker next to one chair or another in which I’d sit down for brief amounts of time.
When it comes to resting so as to re-oxygenate my brain—
What a difference a day makes!
🙋🏻♀️🍎🍯🔆🌻
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