Wensday

     The day came like all others.  Had to make a follow up appointment with the cardiologist that had signed me in.  I would have to be driven to that one.  Food was good.  I remembered for one, Cheerios were a low sodium snack.  I had a lot of ziplock pint containers, for when I made soups in the winter.  I'd lay out my snacks in that.  Grapes, cheerios and stuff like that.  Was very preoccupied with serving size and such.
     I was still washing in the sink with a washcloth, very carefully.  Becoming more used to the way my scar looked.  My hands were still numb at the outer digits, mentioned previously.  Rest was nice.  Got a call from my insurance company, they were appalled about my visiting nurse issues and would get on top of it.  Also checked in with the woman involved in my short term disability.
     A word about that.  Cut your pay check in half, then half again, that is what they expect you to live on.
     I was feeling stronger, almost by will.  Took a Tylenol if I thought I had a temperature.  I was still a little disconcerted by no medical care.  I watched a lot of television, listened to my favorite podcast.  All that.  Started to look at some bills.
     I was also enjoying my walking out doors.  It was so nice to be in the sun and air again and not just a voyeur of it. My days were mine and I will say I was enjoying every bit of my recovery.  Feeling stronger and stronger.