They let me out again (It’s beginning to sound as though I am doing regular prison stretches) about ten days ago and I am trying to make up my mind whether I am going to be a semi-permanent invalid for the rest of my life, or whether I have to expectantly await the eventual gathering together of a jumbled up metabolism, which will get me back on my feet, so to speak…
It’s all to do with oxygen levels. At the moment they have weaned me back – yet again - onto a nice little 4 point as opposed to the emergency 15 that was pushed down my throat with the aid of a tight, features-embracing mask when I was Ferrarie’d in by the paramedics.
The 4 point measurement allows a nasal fitting wherein two tiny, plastic chimneys protrude into the nostrils and issue a gentle stream of pure oxygen that – because of it’s low figure – doesn’t burn the surrounding sensitive entry points.. This arrangement is rather more convenient when meals and conversation are being enjoyed.
Yesterday I sat out in the sunshine on raised slabs in the front garden viewing what was needed to be done. I left the oxygen in the house and was surprised to find that I didn’t feel all that inconvenienced and just carried on breathing “normally” – which was rather pleasantly surprising.
It occurred to me that it seems like my illness has taken my legs, because I am still a little unbalanced when I attempt to walk. Nevertheless, I am told that it is going to take twelve weeks or so to get back to normal. I wonder somtimes if I have a “normal” to eventually get back to…
But I contemplated the prospect of sitting on the raised slabs outside and using the Dutch hoe to clean up the soil, which is ready for re-planting with summer stuff… Certainly, I think I need to get myself exercised in something useful and specific rather than wandering around the house listening to the medically advised “take it easy” in the attempts to get myself back into operations mode.
Who would have thought that simply lying in bed for a month would take away the strength and energy of a man who has been active all his long life?
Time, I think, to do something about it…
I am still trying to sort out spam and other junk that has hit my computer whilst I have been lying helpless in hospital. It took me nearly three hours to clear the always uninvited spam when I first sat at my computer after arriving home.
And I have yet to sort out and scan my “Out West” pictures onto my blog. This may be an easy task for some of you youngsters, but I have to go back to basics to find out how to upload onto a blog system – which, in itself, is something new to me…
I also want to gather together the chapters of “Out West” and transfer them to a disc. Anybody care to tell me how to do this…?
I’ll push off, now, and get some lunch before I attempt (my first attempt!) to hoe the patch of ground in the front garden that keeps shouting a “YAH BOO” at me. I never thought hoeing a piece of ground would be a sit-down job but that’s exactly what it is going to have to be for now.