Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Have A Seat
We just got back from this week's visit to the heart surgeon's office. G can now sit in the front seat of the car, and drive the car, and tuck in his own shirt tails. Nurse Joanne has been given the heave ho.
In fact, G drove us home and we got him a Butterfinger Blizzard at Dairy Queen to celebrate.
The last bits of "getting back to normal" will be going to cardio rehab for a few weeks. An exercise program that the local hospital runs. G has to make appointments with his lung doctor and with his new heart doctor. But that's it. Seems anti-climatic doesn't it? After such an intense three weeks. Of course, G will still be taking 2 or 3 hour naps in the middle of each day for awhile.
Really, that was three weeks??????? Wow. Amazing what heart surgeons can do these days.
I went in to work yesterday for a few hours. It was super nice. Warm and sunny and it smelled like dirt. My boss was telling people to go see me because "she's happy today and it won't last". I think it will last because I had a glimpse of what "unhappy" might look like and I don't want to go there anytime soon. Now I can tell my boss he can put me on the schedule. Back to work. Nice.
Thank you to everyone--your comments waiting for me when I arrived home each evening meant the world to me. Like getting hugs from people who cared about me. And your thoughts and prayers were with me on the long drive and the long days sitting next to G in his bed or chair. I never once felt alone. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I will try my hardest to pay this forward for anyone who has need. I promise.