This Tuesday John reached the three week mark. He'd been off the drugs for 34 hours so we thought it opportune to celebrate with a glass of his favorite - red wine. "Ah," he whispered, "It's not even the good stuff, but it smells so fine." He hoisted his glass and savored the sip. He had reason to celebrate -- he'd walked up the hill to Starbucks that afternoon. Four blocks up, a cappacino and pumpkin bread with the NYT, then four blocks back to home.
On Wednesday he did the same distance with a bit of a different route. Still feeling fine, if but a bit achy. Then ThursdayKaboom. He hit the wall! His body rebelled. "Hold on there, Dude," it yelled. "We don't have the stamina to keep this up." John apologized to his body, popped a Percoset, and proceeded to sleep most of the day.
Lesson learned -- recovery has ups and downs. Steady the pace. Live and let live. He's got new exercises to improve his balance. We'll walk on Sunday when we visit the boat. Standby for more adventures.
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