A Short Day
When you first open your eyes and realize it is 9:30 on a sunny day . . . what can I say! Happy short day.
I looked out the bathroom window and Dennis was vacuuming his patio porch. Hmm. I know since Dennis’ sleep CPAP machine has quit, he is not sleeping the night through. He was up at five and I got up to use the bathroom, he was heading for his recliner. I did go right back to sleep and slept through a lot of the morning traffic as well as the garbage truck that stops for us just not so many feet away from the house.
Friday we head to Mankato to talk to the pulmonary doctor for a new prescription for a new machine for Dennis. Thus the go here, go there will ensue. We have no choices but to jump through those hoops. Medicare covers the cost of the machine. The last one six years ago was a bit over $6,000. How that is handled is, there is a rental fee charged per month to Medicare until the cost has been covered.
It might have been close to noon until I had the first floor of our home tidied, I did get some positive stitching done in the studio. As I have often thought and said, five steps forward is still a good thing going forward. Dennis’ take on my “sleeping in,” you must have needed it. Yup. As healing continues, I do have a sensation across my chest as if there might have been the flat portion of the shovel end of an aluminum scoop shovel that whacked me a good one. A bruised feeling with some burning in the deep tissue. Weird feelings. I have no idea what is usual and customary after open heart surgery. Not many acquaintances to compare notes with. I do know I have more good days and feelings than not. Sweet life!