My heart was broken and I got it fixed. This is my journey through open heart surgery and the following sucky months of recovery. I'll continue blogging until this old body of mine is strong enough to run a mile up a mountain road to claim my "Rocky moment."
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
DAY 23 - Recovery
I slept away a big chunk of the morning because I didn't want to participate in life. All my thoughts were sad ones. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and wither away. With the cloud of depression pulling me down, I got myself outside with my animals. Their antics and their wanting to interact with me usually does a good job of lifting me up and it worked well today. By afternoon I was ready and willing to tackle some work in the plant yard and pulling weeds in the ground cover area. Instead of shrouding my face and hair with a big brim hat and scarf like I always do, I lifted my bare face to the sun and let it spill its warm beams over my forehead and cheeks and down my arms. I let the wind tangle my long hair. The warmth of the sun felt healing especially to my chest that was painful with the congestion of bronchitis. Later when I came in to rest, I found an email from a friend suggesting that I do just what I had done with the sun. That made me smile.
Meds: Coumadin, Azithromycin, Furosemide, Bupropion, aspirin 81mg, Namenda, Metroprolol,
Zantac, multivitamin, vitamin D, I-Caps, 2 bananas (potassium)
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