It was allright to travel, the Island had been hit hard, nothing compared to Superstorm Sandy that would hit a year and a few months later. I coped well without power. Sister was still sleeping off and on a lot and just adjusting. The most harrowing part were the deliveries of oxygen tanks. Had to plan.
I simply did not have the strength to hold back to dog. So either she had to be coaxed into the back yard. Or locked in the main room of the house so the oxygen could get into the back.
Except for the fact that I knew I was still recovering, I felt really good. The week after Labor Day I had the appointment with my cardiologist, who would give me final clearance to go back to work. I spoke with the woman from the Hartford about this. It seemed it would be an adjustment, we'll get there.
For the most part I spent time around the house, in case my sister needed anything. Again I've no memory of food or such. But I can tell you about Wednesday night.
I sat outside and there was an orchrestra of generators. I was annoyed as all Hell! I sincerely could not hear the crickets. Believe it or not it is stressfull tied to a house without power, recovering from major surgery, and taking care of someone else as well. Okay that previous sentence may have just been a bit over the top.
If you've read the other blog you allready know this, I am a cigar smoker. I do enjoy them. I cannot recall if I covered this. Long story shortened, in my house, in my humidor to be exact. Was a box of unwanted cigars, I cancelled my subscription with the company because of them.
I wanted to be in a good place before starting again. I was stressed. So I grabbed a cigar and lit it up the Wednesday before Labor Day. And I enjoyed it. And I still haven't stopped.
I took a slightly longer quicker walk on Thursday. I was checking my breathing, my pulse, making sure that the cigar was having no ill effects. I'm pleased to say it wasn't. I would survive and I would have one of the things I do enjoy most.
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