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A little whine with the cheese

     Another wet day brought a phone call from the MIL’s neighbor to let me know that there was water in the basement coming from the front and the back.  This was something I could’ve gone without knowing.

     We cannot sell that house fast enough to suit me.  I do not need to deal with the maintenance problems of two homes.  DH is now claiming that dealing with that house is mostly responsible for my heart attack.

     Have I whined enough?  Good.

Too much rain

     The back sidewalk is covered with mud and is so slippery that I feel as though I need cleats on my shoes to walk there. 

     Patty doesn’t want to go out unless her back teeth are running boat races.  She thinks she’ll melt in the rain.  Maybe she needs water wings.

     Gavin doesn’t mind the rain too much, although twice today it came down hard enough that even he refused to go outside.

     I’m thinking of putting pontoons on my van.  Should I go with white to match it or some sort of accent color?

     I’m putting a flat bottom boat or a canoe on my Amazon wish list.

What should I ask my cardiologist when I see him on the 14th?

 

     Everyone says you should ask your doctor questions.  I have no idea what I should ask my cardiologist. 

     Do I ask him how much damage the heart attack caused?  Do I really want to know that?

     Do I ask him if it means I’m crazy because I’m not depressed? 

     Nevermind, I’ll think of something.

Frustrated, yes.

     The most frustrating thing is dealing with the low energy.  I do half of what I’d normally do and am looking for a nap.   Somehow the idea of doing a sink full of dishes and collapsing from exhaustion afterwards makes me crazier than the idea that I won’t be painting my house any time soon.

     The idea of not being to weed the gardens in a few hours frustrates the hell out of me. 

     Amidst all the frustration, I find that I do not suffer from one thing that worried my doctor.  I’m not depressed.  I’ve managed to find the humor in the situation.

     The fact that I’ve been relegated to sitting on my butt has DH moving around more is rather amusing.

I am more than a little ready to get moving

 

     With my health below par for the time being, DH has begun to do more than he has for ages.  I think he’s surprising himself with what he can do if necessary.  In the meantime, I am going a bit bonkers with my body restricting my activity.

     My next big project is to go grocery shopping.  I have a growing list of items we need.  I am sure that DH won’t let me go alone.  I’m not sure if I’ll do it as a joint project with DH or have G go along with me.  Having G go along with me will probably be less stressful and a lot easier in the long run.  We’ll see.  It won’t happen until midweek next week anyway.

He may cheat on the diet but I won’t

 

     I am ever so slowly making headway in my dietary changes.  The trip to IHOP yesterday was proof of that.  I behaved and ordered a completely heart smart meal from the turkey bacon to the egg substitute scramble.  Never mind that DH ordered two rashers of bacon, a huge stack of pancakes swimming in butter, syrup, and blueberry compote, and he ate most of it.

     He’s not making it difficult but he’s not making it easy either.  It’s a good thing I’d already made many dietary changes for us over the years.  For example, we haven’t used white bread in over thirty years.

     My grocery list has grown and I must soon get out and go shopping.  As I slowly get back into the daily routine of cooking, I am converting most of my recipes on the fly.  It’s not taking all that much to drop the cholesterol and salt levels.  Yes, there are changes.  However, since many of the changes were already a regular part of our diet it’s not as much as you would think.

     We already use whole grain breads, we’ve added more fruits and vegetables to our daily meals, and DH was getting used to a more Mediterranean based diet.  The changes I’d already made to our diet may have been what saved my life.

The comedy that is our home

 

     Doing laundry was an interesting experience yesterday.  I’m not supposed to lift anything so the plan was DH would carry the laundry basket to the cellar and back up while I loaded the washer and dryer.  Hmmm, we need to rethink that strategy.  A man who can’t walk well should not attempt to carry a laundry basket.

     Eventually some of the laundry was done.  DH has clean dark clothes.  None of mine made it yet but that’s my fault I should’ve sorted mine first.  Two more loads to go and we’ll both have clean clothes—although it may take a couple of days to do it.

     We’ve worked out how to cook and do dishes between us.  We haven’t any qualms about stopping what we’re doing to sit down and rest when we need to.

     I hate this.  I want my energy back. 

Any help is welcome

 

     I have a freezer full of meats, a lifetime of recipes stashed in my brain, and suddenly I have to change everything.  ACK!  Low cholesterol, low-fat, low or no sodium, buzz words swirl though my brain. 

     I haven’t gone shopping yet so all those healthy side dishes, vegetables, fruits, and other fresh items are in low supply.  Any recipes, ideas, or handy dandy tips on changing my regular recipes are welcome.

     What I haven’t found in the several heart healthy cookbooks that I now own are decent snacks that are easy to make and both tasty and satisfying.  I like crunch—not celery crunch, but crunchy crunch.  I absolutely abhor cold cereals of all flavors so don’t even go there.

Baby steps to recovery

 

     I drove my car today.  I can’t believe how much I missed driving with only a week of restriction.  DH drove us over to the hospital so I could get my blood test.  During that ride, I decided there was no way he was driving me home.  His driving has always set me on edge.  We’ve had many a permanent fingernail mark in a dash or a seat from me when he pulled some dumbass-driving stunt.

     When I go to my cardiologist appointment on the fourteenth, I will have several questions about what I can and cannot do.  I’d like to get back into my regular exercise program.  I’m glad I have my two exercise programs on my Kindle so I can show him what I use.  I’ll leave it to him to approve or disapprove them. 

     I hope to be able to start doing some light cleaning over the next few days.  My house is far too dirty for my taste right now and is driving me crazy.  Lifting is still restricted so I’m trying to see if I can wheedle DH into moving the microwave long enough for me to clean behind it.

14 days later…

 

     If it weren’t for the maroon fading to green remnants of bruises on my hands, in my elbow creases, and the sides of my wrists you probably wouldn’t know I was in the intensive care cardiac unit a mere fourteen days ago.  I still find it hard to believe.

     Life is an ever-evolving affair.  Each day is different from the previous one.  Some are only different by tiny increments.  Then there are the days that explode in your face and change everything, forever.  I’d rather have the dull, quiet days.

     I now take six pills a day.  I’m restricted as to how much I can do.  Lifting?  Not allowed until my doctor says I can.  The no driving restriction is over but I haven’t the energy to drive anywhere.  Energy, I miss having it.  I’m not sure if it’s the medications or my body’s recovery that makes me so sluggish.

     The minor allergic reaction I had to one of my medications is under control and as the wheals heal, I look forward to being able to wear proper clothes again.  Bras don’t work well with wheals.

     DH has tried so hard to help.  There are times he’s had to really struggle with his MS but he’s done it.  Although there have been several large glitches, we have managed.

     Change is upon us, dietary, routines, and life in general has altered.  Looks as though I’m on a new adventure here and I’ll keep you all updated.  Hugs!

Posts will probably be erratic for a bit

     Unfortunately, I do tire very easily now.  Therefore, my posts will probably be a bit erratic over the next 6 to 8 weeks.  This is the time frame my cardiologist gives me of where I should begin to feel back to normal.

     DH is refusing to allow me to go over to the MIL’s house for several weeks.  He’s threatened to hide my car keys after the doctor gives me permission to drive again.

     Do know that I am thinking of all of you even if I am not posting.  Hugs!

My very strange Wednesday

 

     Wednesday started like all my other Wednesdays of late with a slight modification.  I got a call from a man interested in buying the tool chests I called G and she wasn’t ready to go over so I went over to the house alone.  I sold the tool chests then I did some work over there and went home around 4:30.

     I got home in time to feed the dogs at five.  Then I cooked our dinner.  After dinner, I went outside to work on the pond where we have a couple of plants trying to take over that I trimmed back.  While working I began to feel not well.  My chest burned my throat and jaw burned too.  I sat down for a minute.  The pain didn’t let up.

     I went inside, grabbed two aspirins, which I took immediately, and then I sat in my lounge chair and told DH to call for an ambulance.  Knowing me, and how I feel about hospitals, (hate them) he dialed 911 immediately.  This was a little after seven.

     The fire truck, its crew, and the ambulance with paramedics livened up our sleepy little neighborhood.  During the ride in the ambulance, I was given four more aspirins and two nitros.  Leads were applied to my body, IVs were started, and I was at the hospital in minutes.

     They say I didn’t have the myocardial infarction until I was in the cardiac cath lab a mere twenty minutes after I had DH make the call for an ambulance.  I now have one stent and they were surprised to find that my cholesterol levels weren’t all that bad.

     Saturday they sent me home.  I tire easily right now.  Therefore, if I don’t post every day for a few weeks don’t worry, DH is being strict with how much time I can be online.