VJ my in-home physical therapist visited today and said next week when the temp reaches 60 degrees, we will walk outside. I told him great because my dog needs it. VJ has me doing leg exercises to keep blood moving and avoid clots.
Although I spent half the night sitting in my easy chair and sleeping, I slept the rest of last night in my bed after I remembered Salonpas patches and David plastered my broken ribs. That and “Extra Strength” Tylenol are my pain relievers. No morphine for me.
Saw my GP yesterday and obtained a referral to a heart specialist to discuss to the ‘Thoracic Aortic Aneurism’ or ‘Aortic Dilatation’ as Radiology describes it. Because Dad, Aunt Marge and others eventually received stents, I assume this flaw in my Aorta is a family thing. Pacemakers are also a family thing. My brother, age almost 70 has had six heart attacks and survived.
Listened to an old OPRAH program this morning where she interviewed Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher. Like many teenagers in the 1950s, I was awestruck by Hollywood and avidly followed the gossip about the stars. Even read Hedda Hopper’s columns/books.
I lived in an age before the Interstate highways were built and Hollywood, New York, and even Philadelphia where American Bandstand was broadcast seemed like faraway exotic places. Hollywood scandals were our ‘big news.’ Little did I realize at the time the pain behind these scandals and the frail humans involved.
I watched the Hollow Crown on PBS and winced with every sword thrust. Best adaptation of the Shakespeare plays associated with the Wars of the Roses yet. One caveat, Benedict Cumberbatch has far too kindly a face to play Richard III, and is not as great an actor as Lawrence Olivier.
So I am reading, doing calming things like watching old movies and film clips because GP says everything should be okay as long as we keep the blood pressure under control (122/68 yesterday). Stress avoidance, that’s the key.