Here I am sitting by the gently flowing fountains of my northern California home while I listen to the New Orlean's Jazz and Heritage Festival via an internet stream from WWOZ.org and at the same time watching on my giant television screen a football (soccer to some of you) game from Turin, Italy and composing a piece of writing that will be available to anyone in the world with an internet connection. Meanwhile at the ever ready is my mobile phone with more computing power than was used to develop the atomic bomb and a tablet computer capable of giving forth to me all the literature the human species has ever produced and oh by the way all of it's music as well. All of this possible at this moment because a surgeon sliced out a piece of my heel bone and tightened up some tendons necessitating a convalescence that would have been twice if not three times as long just a few years ago. I didn't even have to use something called a wound vac that apparently was considered and dismissed by the doctor as counter productive. Reading up on it I am kinda glad she did.
Which brings us to today's noontime update from the bridge (a nautical term we who frequently voyage upon the open sea use).
Dr. Knee is pleased with the process of the major wound healing, enough so that she's given me the go ahead to start physical therapy. Hans and Franz here I come.I'm able to walk a pretty good distance without the assistance of the cane, but I'm holding onto the cane as a reassurance against unforeseen problems. This morning I went to our little workout room and did two fifteen minutes sessions on the stationary bike, broken up by a few minutes on each of the two leg press machines. While I've been so concentrated on my foot, the thigh and calf muscles of that leg have been neglected and need toning.
On the negative, I'm still not ready to go back to work. Dr. Knee won't sign off on that till the wound is completely healed. Were I the type who worked in an office and sat at a desk all day she might agree to half days, but since I am on my feet all day in a retail environment work is going to have to wait a few more weeks.
That's okay. I suppose not everything can be as we want it. In the grand scheme of things this is but a short interlude, an intermission. Everyone knows it's the second act that produces the thrills. Meanwhile I'll let the music of New Orleans wash over me while I enjoy a sip of Kentucky's finest.
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