It has been another good day for recovery insomuch as I washed my hair properly, ie with my arms above my head, and I have been able to do my exercises, which are a must now to stop me getting limited mobility in my right arm.
I should have started them the day after surgery, but with the drain in place I confess to being a little lax, but once that and the dressing were removed, I was all set to go.
Ah……… a bit twingy as to be expected, but we could see liquid was building up and although this was normal, believed exercising would aggravate it, so instead of doing the basic five three times a day, I was only doing them once.
After being given the all clear last week and discussing them, I am making headway there too now having completed all 9 variants, and gradually building up to the five repetitions of the latter four which involve more stretching, taking paracetamol on a couple of occasions to take the edge off any discomfort. It’s working anyway.
Last night I honestly thought I was up to a game of darts, just 301 down, using Hubby’s light arrows. In short. NO. Too early and it hurt. Not a problem, at least I know.
Today was laundry day, so I offered to walk the dog through the park whilst Hubby drove up to the launderette to use the drier. We had actually started the day very late, so I’d cooked Hubby ham and eggs for brunch whilst I had mushrooms, tomatoes and scrambled eggs which made a pleasant change from cereal and actually less syns. I am trying to get back into SW having put on seven pounds since surgery, but what goes on quick should come off quick, and with the roadworks, I have another week ‘off’ before going back to my group meeting.
So, come almost 1pm, Maggie and I are walking through the park and I took these pictures with my phone.
The picture on the left shows the reduction in depth better than the distance shot on the right.
I got chatting to a guy on a mobility scooter out with his dog, a yorkie X jack russell called Max. I’d never met him before, but dogs are a good conversation starter, though he had originally asked if I knew what had happened to the fish. Every Sunday he goes out to buy flowers then takes them up to the cemetery to put on his wife’s grave, varying his route with Max walking contentedly beside him. Apparently she died two and a half years ago but he hadn’t missed a single week.
A lady passed us with her yorkie, so all dogs had a sniff of each other (as they do) and then we parted company.
Hubby had rang me a couple of times, anxious because I was taking so long. I hadn’t meant to worry him, so involved was I in conversation and being able to reach down and fuss other dogs without too much discomfort.
Rounding the corner, I could see where Hubby had said he’d parked in the car park, and took this picture of the boating end of the lake as I approached.
This one shows perfectly the difference since the draining procedure began. The ducks and geese aren’t too impressed as there were only 2 of the latter present (one of which has a damaged wing so can’t fly and the other his mate) and a small group of ducks out in the middle where the water is deeper. As they were swimming around though, you could see the muck on the bottom that was disturbed by their paddling. I would guess it won’t be too long now before it’s empty and they can remove the trolleys, microwave, bicycles and other debris that has been thrown in. I wonder if they’ll actually clean it though as I can’t imagine anyone getting to grips with a mop!