Enough Of The Other
Yesterday afternoon was depressing as my plumbing pretty much gave up the ghost after noon, but last night was again problem free and I've just returned from the downtown without major mishap. I drove over to the cash machine to deposit a disability check, mail some payments, pick up a paper and have breakfast for the first time in three weeks at the usual place in the Grand Lake Theater district. From now on I walk. Then down to the office to pick up the reimbursement forms MSJ had left for me on my desk. All this without mishap. All this without discomfort. All this without incident. The plumbing muscles obviously got a good night's sleep. They'll get tired again this afternoon, no doubt, but I suspect less tired and ever less tired as days progress until - ta! ta! - well, you get the drift. For the moment this journal is a cheer leading exercise for my own benefit. "The sky is blue, the field is green and I feel like I'm seventeen!"
Right.
There was a suggestion I meet the crew in San Francisco last Friday for a few brews. Guinness late in the day with a leaky dick was not my idea of a good time. There is another session coming up here in Oakland - I think here in Oakland - next Friday and I'm thinking about it. I haven't had a drink since the operation, something about avoiding caffeine and alcohol, either just after the operation or longer term during recovery, I'll have to check the instructions. I've had a cup of coffee these recent mornings without apparent regret, so there goes caffeine, but what might half a dozen beers do late in the day to my unsuspecting plumbing? Can't tell without trying.
Right.
Later. Better than yesterday, I think, but I'm definitely doing the walking in the morning when the muscles are in better shape. Eat out every morning, but switch to pancakes without butter instead of bacon and eggs. How's that for signs of recovery? There are places near the office that offer cold cereal, so I don't have to worry about cholesterol when I'm working, but around here it's cholesterol central. (Yeah, yeah, but you get to my age you have to think about these things. Cholesterol and sex, too much of one, not enough of the other.)
Right.
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