Day + 85, Waiting For The Green Flag

And we're just days away from the three-month mark. When I was discharged from the clinic, I imagined that my recovery would be like a racecar being serviced in a pitstop. They'd change my tires, top my fuel, and by the end of three months I'd be out of the pit, back to the races. Now that I'm here, I find that I've got water in my tank and my crew went out to lunch.

Still no definitive answers with my Lasix. I haven't gained any weight in about 5 days, but I definitely haven't lost any either. While I'm not drowning in it like I was a couple months ago, it is bad enough to cause some circulation problems and fatigue. My morning walk feels more like a marathon.

I am confident that my weight gain has calmed down for time being, and if I can hang on for one more week, we'll get this taken care of.

It's a shame that I'm leaving New York in nearly the same condition that I was in when I came one month ago. My father and his wife will be driving me back to Boston tomorrow morning. I had planned being able to pack and drive back myself, but that never happened. I forsee a couple more weeks in this pitstop before I'm on the road again.