THE SHOW GOES ON (November 20)

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF D.C.  "Sit down. Sit down. You're a United States Senator." Who would have thought ancient "socialist" Bernie Sanders would have to break up an MMA fight in the middle of a Congressional hearing? This is where the monkey show has taken us folks. At least Senator Sanders wasn't wearing mittens as he waved his hand around. I don't even blame the Teamsters President for accepting the challenge to fight as the Oklahoma Senator claimed his people elected him to apparently "respond with violence". But one thinks the Teamsters may not be the smartest group to "piss off" unless you like "swimming with the fishes" plus they love confrontation LOL. Points to the dude from Massachusetts. 

MISCELLANEOUS Well apparently "de-leafing" is done for the season. There are two stubborn trees who grip their bright yellow buddies until the last hung is dog. Wind, rain, hail do not detract them from their role of leaf hoarder extraordinaire. After years of gathering, bagging and dumping, we have finally joined the mulch brigade which merely requires a blade set to crunch and munch once a week resulting in a healthier lawn in the Spring. Even cleaned up the lake lawn with yours truly wielding a rake for a time. Surprisingly that did not trigger the back pain - only a nice comfy bed holds that dubious honor.  

The Sweet sisters managed to pull off a multi-birthday celebration lunch this week with the eight of us pretty much taking over the restaurant. But we tip well. Big Sis provided cupcakes for the honorees, and I splurged on a dozen infamous Crumbl Cookies. Note to self: they are not that good a day or two later. I guess it's all about the prestige of the brand. As long as we avoid politics or "rising to the bait" we have a great time. Odd fact: the OH and all three of my brothers-in-law are left-handed; the ladies are right-handed and the kids are a mix. 

EVENTS Watching Silver Bells in the City the other night made me recall my days at the City where we had front row seats to the spectacle with my fourth-floor office facing the Capital. We would put on our own "mocktail" party which apparently food-wise was better than the mayor's soiree (his words). Not too many know the number of faux pas' that occur when planning a big event, but you soon realize the attendees will never know what they're missing. I had the dubious honor of planning the first BWL employee picnic and, unfortunately was also tapped to organize the City Employee Recognition events until I left. I privately would not have attended these events (too much employee interaction in my job) if I wasn't running the darn things.

The BWL picnic hosted tours, a fishing tournament and line worker rodeo. I also had to confiscate these incredibly cute and detailed posters we were giving to the kids that depicted a cartoonish and colorful downtown map. However, they also depicted two dogs going at it in an alley - a small but significant oops. As a collector's item I did keep a couple... for research of course. You'd think I was trying to make kids read "The Diary of Ann Frank" from the parent reaction, who of course wondered if there were any extra copies after I threw them away.

The City event was not funded in advance the first year, so all the Directors had to canvass for donations. I said I would do anything but ask strangers for money. Be careful what you wish for.  Fortunately, I never stopped to realize the enormity of organizing a 300-600 person (never knew how many would show up) outdoor event providing food, activities and entertainment. I did have some dedicated workers who were a lot more social and came up with and coordinated the entertainment ideas. But it did teach me how to delegate (or die) to any stray body I could commandeer. If you act like you know what you're doing and bark orders, it works. Also learned to take complaints and criticisms during the event in stride knowing nothing was going to change but thanks for playing; smile, nod, wink-wink. 

The second year, upon instruction to use a particular vendor, I slowly came to the realization they had never catered an event of this size before. Which was discovered as people were lined up for food and waiting and waiting and waiting. The vendor cried to me "those teenage boys are taking more than one chicken leg!" Well a big duh to you lady. I think we had a lot of desserts that year from a different vendor so crisis (or salmonella averted). On the positive side the daughter got to try out all the activities ahead of everyone as her reward for working with me all day. And I preserved the HR department reputation by knocking out the Public Service Director in Sumo wrestling. When you're smaller a good offense will prevail.

PODLAND Got another podcast in the can last week and a couple more in the "waiting room". My hope is to knock off as many as I can so I can take a break. Our Executive Director for the Conference is an amazing workaholic. When I tuned into ZOOM before the recording, she revealed she was recording from the hospital as she had been admitted a couple days before. I assured her a postponement was entirely understandable and she did have staff, but she said she felt great and was working away. We do not argue with our leader. I thought I was bad taking work into doctor's appointments as they are always running late, but that is a whole new level of dedication. A toast to all those who keep the machines running!   Peace Out....💚 💙💛

SCORPIO TIMES (NOV 13)

PROGRESS OR LACK THEREOF REPORT Well much to my consternation in the chicken coops apparently my remedial shot in the back was met with chuckles and derision by said backside. In other words - not effective. Just muddling through is getting old. On the plus side, my knee is doing well and the scar is past the "ick" stage. Surgeon was pleased though he should watch all that personal back patting or he will pop a rotator cuff. He referred me to his "favorite" orthopedic back surgeon who speedily set up an appointment for, wait for it, March 6, 2024! At least his name is funny Winkelpleck. I can only imagine how that type of speedy treatment works for folks truly bedridden or unmotivated. I think we may need to look a little further or maybe it's just an indication that this area is full of orthopedic challenged "older" people. 

RUMP EFFECT Considering the craziness of the times one can only marvel at the lack of intelligence unleashed over the last several years prefaced of course with, if you don't like the outcome do not accept it-facts be damned. Ohio GOOP, after two solid rejections by its citizens to curtail women's rights is now trying to circumvent judicial oversight to cases brought before them related to abortion. Huh? Michigan GOOP is trying to impeach the Attorney General for indicting "confessed" fake electors for the 2020 Presidential election. 2nd huh? And oh joy this year marks the largest amount of vaccine exemptions granted. So, polio, etc. formerly eradicated, will now have a chance to regroup. Too bad for the naturally immune compromised folks who get exposed. How Christian of you'all.

 For those who think the courts are not treating the ex-prez with respect how many of us would get away with threatening and name-calling of the judge FROM THE WITNESS STAND and not be thrown into jail for contempt of court.  Apparently there is no respect, decorum or class anywhere in the GOOP world. This is not normal people.

IRRITAING WORDS & FUN STATEMENTS Veggies, kiddos, sus, bae to name a few that seem to be common vernacular. "Furious Ohio goop reports widespread incidents of women voting." "How do we flush an unflushable turd?"  A family claiming to be financial/business geniuses apparently do not know how their business works when questioned under oath. "Old age has slowed me down but hasn't shut me up." Fun stuff.

Speaking of jeans. You know the ones that are grossly ripped apart upon purchase yet costing an arm and two legs. Do you suppose the jean factory has people assigned to create those big holes? Through wear, scissors or just a lot of "oops" moments? Aren't the wearers going to be cold and wet? And what stops them from completely ripping apart? In college it was a badge of honor to wear your frayed bell bottoms mostly because you spent your extra cash on wine and pot. Not to mention to be truly cool one's hem needed to drag on the floor. Ok - guess we were just as dumb then about abused clothing. 

                                                

PERSONAL STUFF We were taken out to lunch by the daughter and grandson for my birthday and I actually, miracle, accepted a 20-minute wait time as apparently everyone on the west side chose that restaurant for the holiday. Though we did hear some mumbling about "state workers" getting the day off cluttering up things. Of course, JP was dramatically dying of hunger and his Mom and Nana didn't carry crackers-note to self. I was shamelessly willing to use my handicap sticker but a parking spot in front of the door was amazingly available. K pointed out that the advantage of us driving was to enjoy the elevated status.  I keep forgetting I have the wheelie card for a couple of months, though actually most handicap spaces are already filled when I get anywhere. There's a lot of us apparently though it makes you wonder how and why we are so mobile. 

One advantage of sleeping in fits and starts is that I remember a lot of dreams as I never seem to get past the REM stage as a shift in position triggers a painful wakeup call. A lot of people from my past (alive and otherwise) and strange scenarios, many focused around being late and having to use the bathroom. Some are actual full stories where I am back in school, teaching a class or working a job. I'd be fascinated rather than irritated if I actually got any restorative sleep, but then I wouldn't remember them...Peace out 💚💙💛

DINOSAURS AND LUBRICANT (Nov 6)

 PROGRESS REPORT - Alleluia - pain doc immediately scheduled one of those epidural shots in my much mis-aligned spine - good news. Bad new-it got postponed for two days meaning no pain meds for three days. I was definitely a candidate as I stumbled into the office bent over like a drunken pretzel to get my "fix". "You need sedation?" "I'm at a 7 pain level so no, I don't need no stinkin' sedation, stab away". Face buried in the massage-type table we were all having a little chit chat before the procedure. As my answers were mumbled into my mattress hole the nurses translated. They are polite about one's tattoos and very gentle as they pull your stretchy pants down to your "bu-tocks" crack. "Wiggle your foot around" conjuring images of possible paralysis, but at a 7 level one simply does not care. Took two of them to walk me back to my chair afterwards though. Not sure what they do with the ones who need knock-out juice. I rewarded myself with a multi-grain pancake at "Flap Jack Shack" afterwards. I now sleep, but PT is postponed, and the "cure" is not quite all the way-fingers crossed. 

POLITICS. Don't want to go there, but there is so much to wade through last week. Another mass shooting with no red flag laws and ample warnings from all around about the shooter and congress says nothing they can do except pray. Ahem - actually they are the ONLY ones who can change the laws. How can they be so out of touch with the majority of Americans who favor some sensible gun laws, women's choice and marriage equality? Who the hell do they represent? 

Remembering the horror when JFK, a Catholic was elected President as apparently, he would be controlled by the Pope, one can only be gob smacked by the House electing a man who actively tried to overthrow a legitimate election; who wants to rule by the Bible; has no knowledge of science or logic (God given) and loves putting dinosaurs and cavemen together. Whatever happened to religious freedom and there being more than one way to love your God/gods. Where will the snake lovers go to be accepted? Plus after the speaker says he takes his world view from the Bible, I guess we will see legislation banning seafood and pork and go from there. The possibilities are endless. 

Of course, our favorite crime family were all brought into Court to explain "I know nothing and I can prove it" while the chief "unflushable" claims threatening witnesses and attacking a judge and staff is protected free speech. Maybe it's just me, but what does that have to do with the ability to campaign where one talks about issues, etc. 

FURTHER FUN  Actually, walked mighty Meijers using the cart as my cane - less mayhem and injuries to unwary shoppers that way. I am phasing strenuous exercise back to protect and encourage my precious supply of spine juice to do its job but did three loads of laundry with the accompanying upstairs and downstairs that required. Downtime consists of hanging my new knee by the ankle so as to allow gravity to pull the hamstring down to match the "good" knee. There are many nuances to recovery they don't really explain very well. Dancinig is out, but trying to walk on my toes gets extra points in PT. 

Recorded my second podcast on cannabis by interviewing the retail side and just completed a draft script for the next program on agricultural injuries and fatality investigations. One thing I can say about the series - they are diverse! I was discussing the need for the podcast committee to "vette" potential interviewees to save me some time. Our Executive Director said (I'm sure she thought it was a compliment) "nobody wants to do what you do".  LOL. 

                                                               

ALL HALLOWS After the cruel postponement of my spine tingler; I was too sore to ride to the lake for our annual candy and a shot for the neighbors. I am sure we were missed. Saw only about 15 or 20 folks here so LOTS of candy left over which the OH immediately put into a bowl in plain sight. Not the best plan for healthy weight maintenance. Apparently, I am too weak to put it in a less conspicuous place or something. The boy went as a "nasty" Harlequin, I believe.  Peace out...💚👺  💙💛

HAPPY HALLOWEEN (Oct 30)

PROGRESS REPORT What is the proper attire for physical therapy. Much as I hate to admit it, many of the patients I observe are my age or older however, it is the middle of the day. I have seen everything from Daisy Dukes to a fully rhinetstoned pants suit. I opted for freedom of movement and covering my still interesting yet cringe-worthy battle scars. The staff is young, toned and energetic in the most part. No I can't, yes you can is the overall theme as we all try to please our task masters. I start out grumpy and end the session sharing intimacies of our lives. Well when you have your leg planted up on the therapist's shoulder as she strokes, smoothes and pushes down on (ouch) your tender hamstrings barriers come down.

Nobody looks happy coming to PT so conversation in the wait area is pretty much non-existent. I, of course, want to know "what are you in for?" Usually surprised as I guess wrong. People just kind of point or hold up the injured part. The hip people are amazing compared to the knee people so I want one of those. 'Tis the season so the whole area is massively decorated with Halloween ghosts, witches, cobwebs, pumpkins, devils, etc.  Rather gloomy surroundings for folks in recovery. I wish I was scheduled for Tuesday as I would assume the therapists would come fully costumed with basically mad doctor, scientist or other "death-like" outfits. 

My check-up looming in ten days has me worried that my progress will not be enough to please myself or my Doc.  Performing my stretchies several times a day and now adding my elliptical bike to the routine, but my back and non-operative leg pain persist in hindering my recovery. I literally have to force myself through each exercise session, which I thought should have been a lot easier at this stage. I keep pushing to walk as much as possible. If I knew this was all normal recovery, I would be a little more optimistic.  I am curious to see how long one can go on 2--3 hours of sleep a night. 

POD UPDATE Two meetings last week to discuss future podcasts. The MSU group is torn between "agricultural accidents" and in-depth fatality investigations. Both gruesome, but interesting. As many farms are family-owned they do not fall under the scrutiny of MIOSHA as sole proprietors or family employees. You would be amazed at the number of animal-related deaths and injuries that occur, not to mention the standard trapped in the silo incidents. Another possibility is to discuss the numbers and causes of tree-trimming fatalities that occur in this State. Again usually sole proprietor so not always investigated by MIOSHA. Be sure to get licenses and insurance when hiring the "tree people".  Though several years ago I monitored a tree trimmer program put on by the industry and they were still advocating ineffective protective equipment like bicycle helmets. 

The second meet was an early rehearsal for the Cannabis producer/retailer SkyMint. Mornings are tough as it takes time to unkink my sore and weary body. As it was over ZOOM that also necessitated shower, hair wash/style and makeup. Then the two ladies kept their cameras off!  I warned them they would be seen in the YouTube version of the poddie so be sure to wash/style/shave or whatever they needed to do. I kept asking questions off-script as I was just curious how it all worked but they did not dodge anything. 

One thing I found interesting, and unusual for the Safety world, is how loathe the different cannabis producers are about sharing. For most of us, reinventing the wheel is avoided when an older larger company has already addressed similar challenges. As a new industry (five years since legal) the different producers/vendors are hung up on guarding their individual practices. Another fun fact - they are covered by so many different legal entities they can be inspected several times a week. I ventured a guess that all these folks were just curious, and they did not say I was wrong. That was an advantage of MIOSHA in that I got to experience all types of industries and work practices. Though I took a  pass on touring the chicken incubators and rendering entities. Call me crazy.

MY FAVORITE HOLIDAY Still deciding on whether to go to the Lake for all Hallows as we get zilch kids in Grand Ledge and I optimistically bought a lot of candy. I also have a rep to uphold as I have been "serving" little cups of an alcoholic nature (Hot Damn, Butter Shots) to the cool parents.  I rarely ask for ID. Except for the very tall but very young sounding reveler who refused to remove his mask for a once-over. I'm not that gullible.  Peace out... 💚  💙💛

                                                                

TUNNEL LIGHT AHEAD, I HOPE (Oct 23)

PROGRESS My affair with Ben & Jerry continues unabated as the substitute shopper picked up another pint.  I have been rewarding myself after a particularly difficult PT session with a couple of spoonful's of the decadent dessert. Still 10 lbs down from pre-surgery though. In my right mind I would never have bought the second pint. Thank goodness the OH is looking out for me or worried about my appetite loss. Still long nights but also a couple of firsts. First trip to Meijer for boosters and long walk to the other end of the store to pick up more fruit. Washed dishes a couple of times and am back to laundry duty. Substitute was using too much detergent and using the wrong cycle even with detailed instructions, God love him. Besides it's mostly my unmentionables which just became mentionable. Actually, cleaned bathrooms (somewhat) and ran the vacuum. Followed by a long rest of course. 

The cane has been retired though I did use it in the rainy parking lot. Funny story on the cane however. I stuck it into the shopping cart and then almost impaled a lady trying to get past me in the aisle. I said sorry I was a new user still working out the quirks.  She was immediately sympathetic. Whew lawsuit averted. Do you know that once the therapist notices you are handling an exercise well they up the punishment? I asked my person if she ever gets cussed at. She said yes, but they always apologize lol. They watch your face as they apply the torture to gauge how far they can go. Not a time to be a hero, but you all know how stubborn I am, hence the need for my ice cream fix upon returning home.  Hoping to get back to driving this week however so they are helping me get back my independence. They always tell me what a "good doggie" I am when we finish so that helps too. 

WARNING, TURNING DARK Such an odd feeling to be temporarily disabled. It makes one more emotional when watching the news. Empathizing with the horrible tragedies unfolding and the people affected even more acutely. Feeling helpless to change anything and filled with anger over the injustices suffered by innocent people whose only sins are to be born in the wrong place and caught by the justified cruelty in the name of religion. Then in the US watching the crazies act out with a hell of lot less justification besides ego and power (House of Reps). Also when your co-conspirators plead guilty and agree to testify against you it is time for the MAGA's to fold up their tents. Instead they double down, call in death threats, commit murder-insanity. The world is on the edge of absolute chaos and we're playing games instead of finding solutions together.

CHANGE OF PACE Next interview being set up with some folks from MSU. You know that institution that had what one might call a bad evening last night. No coach, several stars abandoning the team and entering the transfer portal, no offense/defense and no QB kind of hobbles one's efforts. This of course on the heels of Harbaugh's latest scandal for which no doubt he will give himself 3 whacks with a hockey stick on his derriere in the name of corporal punishment. When you resort to sketchy tactics it rather explains why you can beat up the league then embarrass yourself on the national stage. The entry of the West Coast teams next year should prove interesting. 

Two pre-interviews I have planned this week have turned into ZOOM meetings. As I normally conduct the pre on the phone I may now have to don make-up and coif the hair so as not to scare my potentials with my ghostlike pallor. Perfect for Halloween though. Tentatively planning our usual trip to the Lake to hand out treats and booze to the neighborhood. We get zilch in Lansing so we have been celebrating my favorite holiday where the little people actually roam.

NOW THAT'S FUNNY Funny thing happened at PT. You are all soldiers fighting your individual battles there but you do talk. When my therapist had me go back and forth across the room - march/knees high; walk like you're crossing puddles; then the killer - heel on one foot against toe of other. I told her I couldn't do that for the cops so I'm pretty sure you're out of luck. Brought down the house.

 Another good news item. Billboard Chart published the top 500 Best Pop songs, and my baby sister's fave was No. 2 Dancing Queen. She always believed that was written for her as she was "just seventeen" at the time. That made her "so very happy". In the icing portion of my PT visit I was softly singing a Blood Sweat & Tears classic (for some reason I have been getting music bugs in my head when in pain) and my therapist was clueless. Though she did volunteer her Grandma liked Ricky (Frankie) Valli...sigh. Just when you think you're relevant.   Peace Out  💚 💙💛

MINISTRY OF FUNNY WALKS (October 16)

 

Well one of those days.  Mama said there would be days like this (cue the music).  Up and feeling good and then crash, boom, crunch @##$% kind of day. I appreciate folks hanging in there as I am working at about 50% at this point.  Knee coming along, stamina not so much. But the real problem is my back as we spend our nights together trying to find the one magic position that does not result in a squirmy achy pot of jello. Sorry trying not to be negative but blew that ship out to sea already. 

However, my next podcast script is done and date set for recording. Following up my standards-based program about the grow industry of cannabis with folks from SkyMint talking about the real nitty gritty of retail challenges and security.  With all my recent activity researching the industry you would think I would have reached out for some "chemical" help at this point of my surgical recovery but I'm staying strong. Odd that after much begging for speakers, I now have at least four in the "wait room" and no energy to pursue. Some of this is self-inflicted as I have forsworn the walking assists and am relying totally on myself at this point so there's progress (even, stupidly stairs). The therapy folks are always waxing poetic about how great I am doing so I am doing my best to represent. I would love to find a lightweight portable stool though I could carry around.

Doctor visit was welcome as my final bandage was removed (ouch? actually not so much) and I was able to shred the horrendous compression stockings - yay. He was happy with my progress but I believe more admiring of his needlework.  He said he would not have to give me a "Dad lecture" as I was improving.  I pointed out I was old enough to be his Mother so try again. Ran into an old work chum from MIOSHA who was on her 2-week checkup for a total ankle replacement-no weight bearing for six weeks-so one can always find someone worse off. Meanwhile I'm up to riding a bike in therapy so I reward myself with another sliver of Ben & Jerry when I get home from PT-seems fair. 

Oops, experiencing a power outage AGAIN so trying to preserve how much the generator is handling. Need my "potty power" and heat more than laptop.  Hopefully this is not a long one-though it's about the 3rd one since the big storm a couple of months ago. Peace Out ....💚 💙💛

I REALLY KNEE'D THAT (October 9)

 I'm back. Or at least most of me. I am now 1/16th robotic woman (just a guess). Quite an adventure thus far and more fun to come. On the bright side, I have lost 9 pounds since surgery. I guess one needs to "bulk up" before major surgery. However, I would not recommend this method of weight loss. I have been eating a lot healthier as 1) I have no choice; and 2) drugs do wreak havoc with one's snacking gene.  Though I will admit an intimate encounter with Ben and Jerry last night where I skimmed the top off the little pint of caramel, fudge etc. etc creamy dream. But this was the treat at the end of the 210-calorie healthy veggie bowl I had for dinner. I wonder if this foray into good eating will last. 

My last fully conscious day (day of surgery) occurred after the multiple tasks of cleaning one's person, clothes and sheets which also ranks up there as my last normal night of sleep. Then upon entering the inner sanctum of pre-op I had to strip down naked and wash again with six separate sheets of, thankfully warm, cloths. The hospital gowns are high-tech with an air-blown system hooked up that you control from hot to cold.  However still breezy in the back which I never understood. Then at least three of us autographed my leg. I was ready to play tic-tac-toe, but they took the pen away. It's all fun and games until someone gets the actual surgery. 

 There was a whole team of anesthesiologists introduced to me, like we're going for drinks later. Then the "training" session with a resident who got to insert, who knows, their first spinal needle for the block. Fun and terrifying to watch on the screen as her boss guided and complimented her technique. It worked as life stopped existing below the belt. My last conscious moment was seeing four masked marauders on my left and three on the right sliding a board under me and slipping me like a slippery eel onto the operating table. Without a chance for a witticism - I was gone. 

Waking an hour and half later I was able to actually make a couple of phone calls. This is known as the "honeymoon" period when one has not tried to walk yet and there is no pain. I was even able to order lunch. Do you know how unhealthy the choices are at a hospital? Though I was able to order a salad. But better off than my "fellow" recovery patients as one kept complaining loudly about being "hangrey" and no one there to give him a ride. and another having continual dry heaves. I was dubbed "the good patient" by the RN in charge.

This passes when rehab gets their hands on you. They are very matter-of-fact and, I'll say it, cruel! Anyway, she ties this harness around me and says she'll hold my gown together as she marches me through both rooms of recovery. Hello world-welcome to the full moon. Then tells me to use the walker to climb 3 steps-yeah right. I did, but a more unsafe way to mount a little platform I have never seen. All this activity along with multiple cupfuls of water and nature would not be denied. I bee lined for the restroom with the rehab lady gallantly trying to keep my assets covered. Niagara could not have been more splendid if I say so myself. That meant I met the tests of mobility and potty training and could be released. The other method of elimination took several more days but eventually all is in working order. 

The OH had set up the wheelchair ramp to the back door for my entry. However, neither one of us realized the angle would be so unfriendly to wheeled walkers as I was threatened with the possibility of rolling backwards onto the garage floor. I abandoned the walker and took an arm. Over the course of time, I am getting adept at walker, cane and free-lancing (grabbing walls). But I have to demonstrate a variety of dance steps for the Doctor this week with the walker. The phrase I have heard the most the last 10 days is SLOW DOWN. PT started immediately in addition to performing 3 sets of exercises every day. Plus I have to get up and move/walk/stumble every hour.  The thought that I would be sitting around eating bon bons and reading trashy novels went away immediately. This is work! 

Especially love the sexy white TED compression socks I have to wear all day. As far as panty hose goes you can't destroy these suckers, which of course makes them a challenge to put on. I only needed help the first day and I rinse them out myself-autonomy and all that. I even started taking showers after two days including hair washing though the first couple of times were exhausting. So I am improving, but a long way to go.

I now switch to outside physical therapy though it was sure nice with the therapists coming to the house as they were insistent but compassionate. From what I hear that was Purgatory and the next few weeks will dip closer to Hell (for us Catholics who like to differentiate and rate after-life punishments). Speaking of PT, I just completed my first load of laundry so went up and down stairs at least three times. I showed OH how to perform the function, and he has, but I just had to get back to it. It all counts as exercise right? Even took a ride OUTSIDE to my daughter's house to reassure my grandson I was pretty much intact. He attached himself to my good side while we talked and he performed. 

Even after 10 days or so it is still a major surprise every time I get up and realize "I ain't right". Going to take a while.  Peace out....💚  💙💛