I gave up and flew upstairs to soak in some radiation. Luckily there was a record for that (so happy I didn't wake up at that crazified hour for nothing) and I tore in and out of there in no time.
Then we had breakfast with the Hamiltons, during which I was entertained watching Carman swallow one pill at a time.
Speaking of pills, I counted mine the other day. On a daily basis I suck back 68 of the bad boys.
After ingesting these I'm pretty much full, but I put on my superhero outfit and demolish the rest of my meal.
I'm cool like that.
Physio. I only have 2 days left. It's really strange, and hard to believe, but my 3 month mark is next week.
I remember my first day of physio - tubes, granny shuffle, laboured breathing, crusty lungs and all. I remember the 2 lb barbells and 3 lb ankle weights. The exhaustion after a couple of minutes on the tread. How I hated the bike. Bike was evil; it messed with me.
I think you would all agree.
Here's how things went down today:
|Oxygen-free Carman in awe of my muscles|
|He showed Bonnie|
|Pamela wanted to see|
|We all just took a moment to let it soak in|
I'm sure you can all see how impressive my muscles are from the pictures. I'll soon need new clothes.
Last appointment of the day was pfts; aka panting in a box.
Two weeks ago my lung function had sunk like the economy in '08.