We're in week 2

     I started to take slightly longer walks in the morning.  Had my brother in law there if I need a ride, thankfully I never did.  Sister was recuperating from her surgery well.  Still in the hospital.
     One morning I took a long walk to the end of a street.  It would be a very slight incline on the way back.  I knew it had to be done.  Slowly, happily enjoying the early morning.  If anything in life I'm a true morning person.  Especially in the summer times.  Beyond this was a short main road that lead to a steep uphill to my bakery.  Oh I longed to go there.  I was however erring on the side of caution and trying not to overdo it. 
     I also knew it would worry my brother in law, so it had to be done after he left for work.  It was an accomplishment.  I was proud of myself.  Returned home and toasted the corn muffin, one of them, for me.  It was heavenly.  Oh I missed baked goods in the hospital.  And I do love a good bakery.
     Home was a routine.  Morning walk.  Eat.  I'd had to set up my PlayStation 2 in lieu of my t.v.  Nap.  Get up for the peoples court.  Snack.  Rest and wait for Judge Alex.  Not my favorite of them but he passed the time.  Lunch time.  Found the cartoon network and was in heaven watching things like the Flintstones from my childhood.  I was making sure to take it easy and enjoy the serenity.  Life would eventually return to normal for me.
     Afternoon walks, staying mostly in the shade.  Occasionally running into neighbors, that was very pleasant.  I couldn't help but notice the lack of kids outside playing,   What with video games, computers, cell phones, and what not.  A thing truly of the past.  I'd sometimes take the dog out back with me.  Not much of a lover of outdoors she tolerated it a bit then would sit on the stoop waiting to get back inside.
     It would be still another 4 weeks before I could drive, according to the paperwork I had been given after discharge.  Again I was doing nothing to compromise myself at all.  Had my seltzer, preopened in the fridge.  I still couldn't do that even, brother in law would open one for me in the morning.
     Happily I was once again in command of my bathroom situation.  Yes sometimes it was a contest to see if I could get there in time.  My body would just assume as I let down my sweats it was time and I'd have to say no.  I even waited a few times.  I didn't want to be one to have to wear adult diapers, not yet at least.
     My people from the Hartford, the disability came from them, would call periodically.  I also had an appointment with the cardiologist in a week, the one who admitted me.  My own cardio dude wasn't until October.  I had asked my brother in law to drive me to that one because I still wasn't allowed.
     My sister didn't want me to visit her, I agreed.  Not out of spite, but I was truly fearful of catching something.   She was now able to call me during the day, I'd hear about what was going on and her disgusting meals.  Once again let me praise my hospital for their food.  I actually was missing their yogurt parfait.   And the week passed.