Day + 103, Glassware Terrorism
For the last three days I've attempted to make a concerted effort to keep moving in hopes to normalize my energy level. On each day I find myself able to trudge along at normal speed until about mid-day. At this point, I'm pooped and find myself going into the bedroom to lay down for an hour or two.
There could be many reasons for my low energy level. No doubt that some of this fatigue is a result of my body's recovery from the procedure. Part of it could be a result of laying around doing almost no physical activity for three months. And I guess a little bit could be from walking around with the edema, which has edged up slightly in the past week.
Since I am hoping to return to work at the end of the month, this lack of energy is making me nervous.
I was able to get my work clothes and shoes out of storage the other day. Just for giggles I attempted to put on my dress shoes, just to see if I could squeeze into them. Ummm, not going to happen. Like trying to stick an elephant into a tutu.
By the way, I had an attempt on my life today. It was two in the afternon, and it was time to take my medicine. I had gone into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I took my medicine and proceeded to go lay on the couch, when I remembered that I forgotten to write down in my log that I took the medicine. So I put the glass on the table and went to my bedroom to make the recording.
I then returned to the living room, and as I walked in front of the table, the glass I had set on the table made a 'pop' noise and exploded. No, not just a crack -- the glass blew up in all directions, with me in direct line of the shrapnel. I shood there for a couple seconds in shock, not believing what had happened in front of my eyes. Don't believe me? See for yourself.

Now, I've never seen anything like that happen before. I can only conclude that this was an attempt on my life by forces unknown. I keep telling myself that if I can survive this disease, that I can certainly foil these assasination attempts. But to be safe I'm now switching to plastic.

1 Comments:
Tony.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the Asassination Anecdote:)...you tell a good story! Maybe creative writing is in your future...you certainly have enough experience to pull from...Keep your chin up and keep those stories comin' Good luck with the back to work plan. I'll stay tuned
Carol from PACU
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