Coffe and first long walk.

     The very next morning, after my brother in law brought me my muffin.  I made myself my first cup of coffee.  Was so delicious.  I wasn't going to over due it.  Just one cup and nothing unusual.
     The next morning was nice and sunny.  I asked for nothing from the bakery, I had my plan set.  I wasn't telling my brother in law.  Not out of cruelty but more that he'd be concerned about it.  I was going to walk all the way to the bakery.
     He left his normal time, about 7.  I waited until about 7:30 and decided it was then.  It was a very hot summer that year, but the mornings were fine.  So I wanted to give myself time.  I checked that I had my keys.  I checked I had my cell phone.  I was off walking with trepidation.  More giddy than nervous until I hit the end of the road street that lead me to cross and make the gentle uphill to the bakery.
     Slowly I walked, cautiously, making sure I wasn't over exerting myself at all.  I remember stopping a few times, once halfway uphill I questioned the sanity of it.  Feeling reassured and the sheer adventure of being able to to it I continued.  The hill crested and just a few tenths of a mile between the bakery and me.  I was excited.  I'd done it.  I felt oddly empowered.  I wasn't tired and I was just thinking of my muffins and taking them home to enjoy with the coffee.
     I was greeted like a long lost friend, it felt good.  Told the girls that were there what had transpired.  I'd not been doing the bakery runs since late April.  They'd wondered where I was.  Feeling good that I was missed, good to talk to some new people I departed warning them I'd be back. 
     I made the descent downhill, happy, giddy, and enthused.  At home I made coffee, can't remember if the dog even knew I left.  She had begun sleeping under a chair in my brother in law and sisters bed room.  I let her be.  It was time to relax and that I did.
     I even went out back, the dog joined me then for a bit.  It was a glorious morning and I felt full of promise and hope.  Yes! I was going to be getting my old life back!  With a passion!

A drive and a walk

     I'd let my brother in law know about my appointment to the cardiologist.  Was simply a follow up.  Then the surgeon a few weeks later.  Now according to that silly assed paperwork, I wasn't suppossed to drive until the week that coincided with the surgeon appointment.  Now I figure it had to do with turning and screwing up the chest bones they had to drill with.  Maybe it also has to do with air bags.  For the nonce, it was being driven and still in the back seat.  I was taking no chances.
     About 30 or so miles from my house, not in the easiest to find place.  We went.  We got there, found parking.  The cardiologist seemed to like how things were progressing.  Nice fellow.  I forgot to ask him, I'd discovered it recently and this is important so remember this.  I seemd to have a black thing in my neck....a stitch.  I was unsure.  I suppose I was just so glad to hear things were going well.  I then asked when he thought I'd be cleared to go back to work, he asked me what the rush was.
     In my mind I was yelling "you try living on short term disability".  I also asked him who gave me the okay to go back to work.  Calm as day on the outside.  Probably said something to the effect of just wanting to get on with my life.  We left, called my sister I think.  I really can't remember.  As I said in the begining she's okay.  I'm assuming she was fine and know she was glad to hear the Dr. report.
     Also equally important.  I asked him about coffee.  His response was do you need to have coffee.  Told him if I needed it there would be no conversation, I'd just stop drinking it.  I love coffee to much to become one of those zombie people in the morning that can't function without it.  Joy of Joy, he cleared me.
Let's make this a to be continued eh?