It's my last week in Edmonton, I'm excited. So far I'm keeping busy getting things closed down here: getting the final walk through for the apartment set up, canceling the internet(for after I leave), having my oxygen provider come get the concentrator on Friday. In clinic this week I have one class and the ICU tour. The doctor today seemed to think I have nothing to worry about (possibly some issues with thrush/yeast in the throat, they gave me some anti-fungal pills), and just keep doing what I'm doing.
My new support person gets a passing grade for the first day. Didn't take too long to get him broken in, and he only had to be told once that the water bottle gets a little warm if you carry it under your arm. But didn't deliberately try to embarrass me, which is good behavior for him.
The last five weeks have definitely paid off looking back. It is all just numbers on a page when I'm in the gym comparing how much longer I can walk on the treadmill, or if I increased the weight on your vertical row. It is another to be able to say I can go up the long, steep staircase to the comic store and not have to stop part way, and only take 10 seconds to catch my breath. Or that carrying my bag(loaded with my water bottle iPad and lunch) and not have to ask someone to carry it for me. Those are the good days, and there are ones when I'm feeling like a sack of crap, but I know that when it comes to the surgery I'll be bouncing back faster than I would be without the program.
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