Sideways
We were warned earlier about a Sideways Week, which is not unlike a long dance -- one ahead, two back, three sideways. It's only Friday, but Week Three has all the hallmarks of being a leading candidate for my first Sideways Week.
For those who have not experienced a Sideways Week, it's not so much as being blind-sided by an intentional sucker punch; as it is perhaps treading for all its worth in the deep end of the kiddie red plastic ball area, you see at many IKEA entranceways.
By week's end, you really haven't got much to show for your rallying efforts.
A continued fluid build-up in my left foot from last Saturday evening has become a reoccuring concern. Progresses we can both handle, but these life-challenges are definitely uncharted territory. After several hours rest in the Emergency Room, the swelling sort of went away. The prognosis seemed to be either too much exercise, or too little movement. We all concluded at the time, that it might have been the result of too much walking and climbing stairs, too soon. At best, we chalked the evening scare up to a one-off event.
I've been extremely tired all week since the remaining staples were extracted from my chest and leg on Monday. My body seems to be telling me to rest and sleep, which has been the case for most of the week day hours. I'm reminded from a new friend on the coast, 'slow and steady wins the race. There'll be plenty of time to hunt tigers and win marathons.' Too true, I think. Let's keep those new running shoes in their box, for a while longer.
Whatever, this listless state has resulted in both overall less exercise and a daily return of an uncomfortable fluid-filled build up again in my foot. As they say, this is not what the Doctor ordered.
Today, there's a bulge swelling halfway down my leg incision. These are new and unexpected healing and expansion forces in play, and one major staple job you wouldn't want to go pop-in-the-night!
I saw a new Doc this morning. As expected, I'm now the proud recipient of further scraps of prescriptions to curb any leg infection and further swelling. As well, another quick trip to the hospital rounded out the day -- this time an ultrasound on my leg for potential blood clotting.
Thankfully, all is well.
For Gary: Even I think it might not be prudent to hold the meds for the nourishing comfort of a glass of red wine. So, that nice Bordeaux planned to be uncorked this Sunday, is now on hold for another 10 days, until the latest round of pills have taken their course. Be patient, my friend. All other earlier promised activities in this area are now slotted back further into November, too. It's worth the wait.
For those who have not experienced a Sideways Week, it's not so much as being blind-sided by an intentional sucker punch; as it is perhaps treading for all its worth in the deep end of the kiddie red plastic ball area, you see at many IKEA entranceways.
By week's end, you really haven't got much to show for your rallying efforts.
A continued fluid build-up in my left foot from last Saturday evening has become a reoccuring concern. Progresses we can both handle, but these life-challenges are definitely uncharted territory. After several hours rest in the Emergency Room, the swelling sort of went away. The prognosis seemed to be either too much exercise, or too little movement. We all concluded at the time, that it might have been the result of too much walking and climbing stairs, too soon. At best, we chalked the evening scare up to a one-off event.
I've been extremely tired all week since the remaining staples were extracted from my chest and leg on Monday. My body seems to be telling me to rest and sleep, which has been the case for most of the week day hours. I'm reminded from a new friend on the coast, 'slow and steady wins the race. There'll be plenty of time to hunt tigers and win marathons.' Too true, I think. Let's keep those new running shoes in their box, for a while longer.
Whatever, this listless state has resulted in both overall less exercise and a daily return of an uncomfortable fluid-filled build up again in my foot. As they say, this is not what the Doctor ordered.
Today, there's a bulge swelling halfway down my leg incision. These are new and unexpected healing and expansion forces in play, and one major staple job you wouldn't want to go pop-in-the-night!
I saw a new Doc this morning. As expected, I'm now the proud recipient of further scraps of prescriptions to curb any leg infection and further swelling. As well, another quick trip to the hospital rounded out the day -- this time an ultrasound on my leg for potential blood clotting.
Thankfully, all is well.
For Gary: Even I think it might not be prudent to hold the meds for the nourishing comfort of a glass of red wine. So, that nice Bordeaux planned to be uncorked this Sunday, is now on hold for another 10 days, until the latest round of pills have taken their course. Be patient, my friend. All other earlier promised activities in this area are now slotted back further into November, too. It's worth the wait.
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