Still have some time to write this morning.

     For awhile afterwards, no I cannot discern what that means exactly, but it was more than 5 days.  I was doing okay.  I could move slowly.  Had to stop often to catch breath and relax.  Oddly the water build up gave me a hernia, which would often require me to lie on my side until it went away.  I had to lie down often and can be damned difficult to do.
     My condition was noticeably getting worse.  Had some people that I spoke to upstairs that I'd known forever, kept them informed as well.  Somehow I never failed at my job.  Getting to and fro my car was quite a heroic effect.
     My body was swelling.  I no longer could even velcro my new balance at all.  Don't get me wrong, I am flat footed, 4E, but my feet were even swollen now.  Clothing became a small nightmare as well.  At some point I actually had to adjust the steering wheel in my car to accommodate my legs.  And I was actually lifting them slightly.
     I have no idea except to say that it had to be in May or early April, I simply couldn't work any longer.  I was now taking 50 to do morning bathroom rituals.  Lifting legs over the tub was nightmarish.  I would exauhstedly phase out.  Work understood.  Rare to say these days.
     Just trust me on this guys.  They did right by me and that is all I will say. 
     I cooked when I could, in a house of 3 grown assed adults I'm the main cook.  Do not get me started.  Just say they benefited and still do by the need of me to eat well.  When we get to the hospital departure after the OPH remember what I say here.  It will speak volumes.
     Sundays.  Generally go food shopping.  Plan menu's, make sure sister doesn't spend entire budget on crap food.  I simply could no longer do it.  No energy and was just slowing the process down by hours.
     Much of my time was spent lying in bed wishing the swelling in areas would go away.  Sleeping.  Then, then (not a typo) I began to develop a CHF cough and could no longer sleep lying down.  It was simply a miserable time to wait for the end.  No I never lost hope.  But I was serious in my thinking, and can't remember if I recorded it previously so here goes again.  I simply told the Surgeon, "I either want my life back, or I want the long nap,"  Now I have to remember to see if we covered the surgeon's appointment yet, dang.
     Okay need to get this day rolling, going into work late for personal reasons.