Hi! I haven't bailed…

Haven’t posted in awhile. Distracted. It’s probably the sun…and the snow that came with it. It wasn’t  a lot of snow, but geez, it’s MAY!

Well, all the books are gone, and after the trauma of knowing they were going, I kond of settled down. Relieved to have it done. The other morning when I got up, I realized that I needed to do the same thing with my closet. There followed a wild half hour, during which I dumped all my “fat” clothes, plus stuff on my closet that I haven’t worn or even looked at for two years! I keep wondering what this has to do with recovery, but in my head, it all fits together.

My walk is up to 50 minutes daily. I have a concern about my knees. They get really sore and stiff, more than ever before. I’m afraid this is going to interfere with my prescribed walking. I keep trying to change my stride to find a distance that is comfortable. It worries me.

Got new and additional medication. Scary stuff. The pharmacist gave me the print out of information that goes with the new drug…four pages! The stuff is so sensitive to moisture that each capsule is encased in heavy-duty aluminum, which I have to open with a knife! I take the stuff very carefully, with water, and then watch diligently for side effects. So far, none. The big advantage of this drug is that I no longer have to go have my blood checked every two weeks. I think I’d rather have the blood drawn than watch these capsules so suspiciously.

It helped that we had a class on medication as part of the Cardiac Rehab program. I understand the role of each drug more completely, and I know a pharmacist that I can ask about them at the hospital.

Recovery…it goes on and on, with minimal gains each week. But I get feedback from others that I look better. How bad did I look before. Geez…I feel better too, except for my knees. Nothing to do but keep on keeping on.

Planning for our trip to Denver next week. I suddenly realize that I have to count my pills carefully, and take enough for the whole time, because I can’t get any in the US. I had four prescriptions filled today. On the weekend, I’ll do the count and start packing them for travel. Recovery…I’ll be on some of those meds for the rest of my life. Sobering.