Six weeks…
When I was checked out by the folks at Hopkins, they said that after 6 weeks, any restrictions on physical activity would be lifted. They said, “After 6 weeks, you can do whatever you want.” Okay, um…just because your doctor says there are no restrictions does not mean you CAN, in fact, do whatever you want. My church is having a garage sale tomorrow and I decided to clear out my closets and office to get rid of stuff that I no longer need / want / use. Some of this stuff was heavy (e.g., a 19″ professional grade CRT monitor). I carried the heavy stuff out to the car and from the car to the church….and then I was sore.
I was pleased that for much of this week, I was pain medication free. Unfortunately, that is not the case today. I have already taken a percoset and I will likely take another one later on. It’s interesting, when my stomach (incision) begins to hurt, the skin on my upper abdomen becomes numb. It’s very odd to run my hand over my stomach and go from feeling the sensation of my fingers to not.
After dropping off the stuff at the church, I went to the first cub scout pack meeting of the year. Imagine, if you will, trying to organize a group of 30-40 six to ten year old boys. While it can be done, it is extremely challenging. Think along the lines of herding cats.
Hope you are ‘enjoying’ the debate.
Cheers,
Merle
I find that if you just shake a bag of treats, the cats will all come running. Of course, that’s contingent upon whether they actually enjoy said treats, but it’s a start.
As for cub scouts, maybe a bag of Cheetos would elicit the same effect… ?