Ruth is getting perilously close to going back to school (work).  It’s interesting to watch the same mix of emotions regarding it that the students have.  It should be interesting with the initial year of student ”uniforms,”  and I use the term loosely, and only because the school board does.  Buy them wherever you like — no uniform store — I’m betting on at least three shades of khaki and even more of blue.  New principal this year, too, as is the case with my sister’s school.

My BP has been hitting the mid to high 90’s for diastolic for a few weeks.  I chalked that up to surgical recovery pain, but in retrospect that can’t be it.  Morning and evening give the same results, pain or no pain, and I’m having very little of that pain these days.  Discomfort, yes, but pain, no.

I damned near fell off the chair when I saw a xxx/112 the other evening.  Just the numbers are probably causing enough stress to raise them in a spiraling effect.  I bought another monitor – this one records the readings and will dump via USB to a couple of different file formats including printing directly to pdf.  Got to get the BP under control or I’ll pop a gasket on the field.  Numbers verified by the other monitor, by the way, and xxx/100 in doc’s office today.

Doc says double the Nadolol and let’s see what happens.

And what was I doing in the doc’s office today?

Thank you for asking.

Yesterday I was leaning to get something off the shelf in the garage and I lost my balance.  My right foot caught under a 40# bag of birdseed, so I twisted to the left (”twist” is a VERY bad word these surgical recovery days) and went down, ending up on the ground just outside the garage.  Not sure but I think it was two post-landing rolls.  Couldn’t have hit my head very hard because there is no broken skin, but I definitely had a headache.  Still do.

[Definition of “desperation”:  Grabbing onto the plastic garbage bag covering the drill press as you are falling to the floor.  Not a lot of support there and it ensures only that landing will occur with a handful of black plastic bag and a partially uncovered drill press towering above you.]

So I asked Ruth to call and cancel today’s physical therapy, knowing I’d end up too sore to do it in 24 hours.  I was correct — I hurt in places that had nothing to do with surgery.

She did so and had to tell them the reason for the cancellation when they asked.

He can’t come back until cleared by a doctor.

So, it’s off to see Doc today to get a note from Mommy to let me back in the classroom.

Nurse Linda rolls her eyes when she sees my BP, mutters uh oh or similar, and the rest is history.

Now where did I leave that big bag of potato chips…….

Just kidding.  I’m actually losing a little weight, slowly, but losing nonetheless.  236 a few weeks ago and 229 today. I’m not trying hard. In fact, I’m hardly trying. I think the increase in activity level is probably doing it and I’m glad for that.

Then there was lunch today.  Nanner split for lunch occasionally is a good thing I think.