June 1: In Stow at Judy’s for my rehab.

May 31: Well, let’s “move” away from the stool talk from yesterday. 

Had a super horrible night of sleep the night before. Now what I’d tried to do was to utilize for sleep, the other end of this pit couch. I’ve been really trying hard to deal with this sleeping on my back gig to keep pressure off of my chest. And it’s just terrible right now for me in the sleep dept. I mean I just cannot get used to sleeping on my back, let alone in and incline position. Think about it, take a sleeping position that you just cannot sleep in, and then think about having, and I mean HAVING to sleep in that position each and every night. There’s no ands ifs and buts about. Well, that’s me right now. I’ve always hated sleeping on my back and on my stomach. 

So anyway, with all that in mind, what I tried to do the night before was to change over to the other side of the couch, right under this wonderful ceiling fan. I was hoping that the lower upright position that I’d have on that side might enable me to sleep a bit better. NOPE! I woke up so many times that night, from my shifting, shimmying and wiggling that I was beyond miserable. Then, when I got up in the morning, my God, I was just steam-rolled. I hurt so much I was just moaning as I breathed each breath for the first few minutes after awakening. I mean I was grasping for my pain meds in fast forward! Took a bit for me to actually feel human again. It was like I not only had the regular morning pain, but I was just stiff as hell to boot. Worked for several hours on the computer and then went home to do some busy work I’d gotten started on back on Saturday - the ledger side of running your own business. 

And as was the case last Saturday, this day was another confirmation of my still not comprehending the depth and breadth of my surgery and recovery. We rolled over to my house, where I greeted dad as normal, and with dad not having a clue as to my current situation or that I’d been gone for a month. Went upstairs to my desk and began working, logging in payments, getting deposits slips written out, doing some billing etc. Must have spent a couple hours getting everything ready for the bank. Then Judy drove me to the bank where I finished all the transactions. And just those several hours, they just kicked my ass! I was like dead tired. And what did I do…well I climbed to the upstairs 2-3x, worked at the desk for a couple hours, then went to the bank…and I was just beat, and I mean totally beat. 

I was lamenting to Judy at just how flabbergasted I was with respect to how little it took to wear me out right now. But, I could see that I was able to do more and go longer than I had last Saturday when I was at my desk working. That day just blew me away, and it was half the amount of time than this day. So we headed back to Judy’s with a quick trip to Aldi’s to shop. Add the Aldi’s trip to the above and I was done for the day. Little Petey tired and must go to bed! And I did. I had no gas to do my walk, no gas to talk, no gas to really do anything but cat nap. 

So there it was, another day, and another small step forward. This whole open-heart surgery journey looks to be an ultra-marathon’s worth of work ahead of me. And honestly, I really look forward to the challenge. And I say that being a very impatient, Type-A personality kind of guy. I will take each day’s small, almost imperceptible step forward because I know that these little baby steps will all add up to that ultra-marathon distance I need to cover!