Sunday, December 14, 2014

I THINK I CAN. I THINK I CAN. I THINK I CAN.



It's been two years and ten months since I had open-heart surgery and I still haven't reached my goal of running one mile up our mountain road. Breathing problems, sleep apnea  and recently diagnosed asthma are my road blocks this time. It pisses me off to think my "Rocky Moment" is unattainable. Even walking is a challenge now. On rare good days I can walk almost two-tenths of a mile, huffing and puffing the whole way. Sometimes I take my goat along so she can pull me up the incline. I hate to wimp out and  redefine my goal. I had high hopes and I worked hard, but at this point, rather than throwing in the towel, I'll declare my "Rocky Moment" after I WALK one mile up the mountain road. Surely with time and persistent baby steps, I can do it. My regression has been discouraging. One and a half years ago, after my broken ankle healed, I could walk two and one-quarter miles. I know I can do it again. It is my new promise to myself. OK, Rocky, look out, I'm a comin', not running, but walking with determination. 


Once again, Walter Wintle's poem comes to mind.  
If you think you are beaten, you are,
If you think you dare not, you don't,
If you like to win, but you think you can't,
It's almost a "cinch" you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you've lost,
For out in the world you find
Success begins with a fellow's will;
It's all in the state of mind.

Full many a race is lost
Ere ever a step is run;
And many a coward fails
Ere ever his work's begun.
Think big and your deeds will grow,
Think small and you'll fall behind,
Think that you can and you will;
It's all in the state of mind.

If you think you're outclassed, you are,
You've got to think high to rise,
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But sooner or later, the man who wins,
Is the fellow who thinks he can.


Meds:   Amiodarone, Cardizem,  Vayacog, Paxil, Pradaxa, Symbicort, Proair, Montelukcast, Ipratropium Bromide, Fluticasone, Nexium, Claritin, Cpap machine, I-Caps, Vitamins D3  and B-12, Flax seed oil, Multivitamin, Glucosoamine, Omega-3 Fish Oil, Vitamin C, Phytoestrogen   

Friday, February 21, 2014

Two Year Anniversary


 It's been exactly two years since I had open-heart surgery. The road to recovery was long and hard, but thanks to determination and great medical care I claimed victory. I'm still taking heart meds, much to my dislike. I'll need to wear a heart monitor 24/7 during the month of April to determine if I can discontinue the medication. The following was posted on 2/20/12, the night before surgery which fell on Mardi Gras day. I was trying to hide my fears. My expected seven-day hospital stay stretched to eighteen due to complications.

Twenty-two years after leaving New Orleans some things still stick, so me and my Mardi Gras beads will head to the hospital at 4:30 tomorrow, Mardi Gras morning, but there will be no parades and debauchery for me.This is my last post before they cut open my heart. If I do have extra time before I walk out the door in the morning, I will use it to stand in front of a mirror to admire my décolletage because it will never look the same again. I'm hoping the doctor can make the scar look like cleavage. I want to cry. I so want to cry. Really, someone should tell me to put on my big girl panties and stop whining about this when there are far worse things. Some people lose limbs.Women lose their breasts. Some people completely lose their minds and never find them again. I need to gain some perspective on this whole thing. Well anyway, this is my last post for quite some time. Actually if I don’t make it through this surgery, this will be my last post forever, like finished, done, gone. In that case, you will never hear from me again. I expect to be hospitalized for a week, with my first couple of days in the limbo land of Intensive Care. I won't take my computer so you'll be left wondering for about seven days if I'm coming back or not. I hate to leave you hanging, but of course, a little tension is always good for a story. That's about as accommodating as I can be. 

Meds:   Amiodarone, Cardizem,  Vayacog, Paxil, Pradaxa, Vitamin D, I-Caps, Flax seed oil, Multivitamin, B-12, Glucosoamine, Calcium, Garlic,Omega-3 Fish Oil, Vitamin C, Black Cohosh