Just some mundane stuff

     I still wasn't so much sitting at my computer, but did have it on.  I would put on free pod casts, from Itunes, for entertainment.  Had a good year of them to catch up on.  The only one I can really remember was Smodcast, Kevin Smith and Scott Mosier, funny stuff.  I listented to that sparingly.
     It basically hurt when I laughed.  Of course when you think on it, it should.  I was at times bothered and wondered if I'd ever be able to laugh again.  Yes I had a few moments of thought of despair here and there.
     Told myself to also enjoy the afternoon napping, it would end eventually, so I made sure not to fight it at all.  The dog would often sleep in my doorway for awhile then wander off somewhere else.
     Friday the hospital called for a survey, ripped the heck out of the patients relations department, everything else got 4 stars.  Sister was doing okay in the hospital.  I'd heard some stories about the following week.  My cable company was doing something, paid it little heed.  I was just recovering.
     The weekend passed much in the same way.  Asked my brother in law to pick up some items I wanted.  Most of all was some fresh fruit and yogurt.  More to come on that.
   

The rock and I

     I felt rather good after speaking my peace.  I had made it to Thursday and decided I was going to be fine.  Still weak, napping, eating right, walking every day.  I was now walking corner to corner on my block, still carefully, head down.  My primary concern was still tripping, my upper body strength was paltry.
     The walk to one corner in particular troubled my slightly.  There was a pothole, oh yes easily avoided.  There was however, a rock, it sat there every day.  I started to notice I became wary of the thing every time I neared it.  It would garner all of my attention.  I feared tripping over it.  As if it would move hahaha.
     In my head I'd approach, and my brain would literally scream "Look out for the ROCK!!!!"  No I never did trip over it.  It never moved all summer.  But I really feared it and laugh about it now.
     My walks were a very enjoyable break for me.  Generally took one in the wee hours of the morning, when dawns light broke and I could see, and yes keep and eye on my enemy the rock.  The midday walk was my favorite.  Saw some neighbors here and there.  It was that delicious hot July weather that I adored.  The sun, the shade of the trees, life in general, I really did enjoy it all.
     It was after the walk, I do believe it was the same day, because I was still over obsessed with the rock.  The visiting nurse service called me.  The conversation was brief.  I had no real gripe against them, asked if I could schedule one, although I felt assured it was pointless now.
     I was essentially told that I had been out of the hospital to long.  Being discharged just the previous Saturday.  I would need a Dr.'s note.  I scoffed, yes I remember that.  I thanked them for calling and hung up.  I'd made it and I would be fine.  Watched some television and napped.
     I truly don't remember the food at all at home, which is odd for me.  I do know that first week I ate pre portioned snacks, fruit, and plenty of seltzer drinking.