Sorry For The Delay…

First, I want to apologize for not posting in such a long time — I’ve had a few complications which when boxing with the cardiologist, big surprise, he won!

This will be a short post, and then I’ll be back on schedule very shortly.
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While I was finishing off my dinner, the head nurse for the “medium-security” intensive care ward stopped by for a visit.

“We’re trying to get you a room as quickly as possible,” she said. “Both the cardiologist and the surgeon have realized you no longer need to be here.” She walked to the bedside and began straightening my sheets, fluffing my pillow and checking my bandages.

“I’m ready whenever you are,” I said, chuckling as well as I could, “and I’m sure there’s someone else out there (nodding with my head to the ward) that’s ready to leave.”

“You’re a pistol,” she laughed, adding, “I’m surprised they kept you quiet out there for so long.” She continued. “Can I get you anything before we take your vitals for the night?”

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“Yes,” I answered. “One new york strip, a baked potato and a large, delicious romaine lettuce salad.” I smiled and winked.

“Why don’t we work on getting you back on the cardiac ward first?” she asked. “Then we’ll talk about the kind of food you can eat.”

“‘Tell you what,” she said. “I can get you some applesauce, and if you’re good, I bet I can even get you two.”

“It’s a deal,” I said. “I didn’t really want the steak, anyway.”  I paused.  “Seriously, how long before I’m back on real food?  This liquid diet isn’t doing me a bit of good.”

“You are starting to lose weight,” she said. “Has anyone said anything to you?”

“Not yet,” I replied, “but I’ll keep you posted.”

“I’ll be back with your snack,” she said. “‘Meantime, get some rest. You know how to find us if you need to.”

I settled back in the bed and flipped through the television stations. It was nice to be in a quiet room, finally, knowing I’d soon be back among regular (well, sort of) people. I also knew that’s when the physical therapy would begin, and I was ready.

Anything I could do to get me out of there was good. I didn’t know it would be so difficult.