|Seafaring boat on dry dock.|
“Fascinating Fact of the Day About Ireland”
“Croaghaun in Ireland is the second highest cliff in Europe.“
I set a target date of July 4th. This date would be easy to remember due to its significance in the US as the holiday, Independence Day. The closer the date approached, I knew I was going to tackle it.
|Another waterway at low tide.|
And thus, the outdoor walking, albeit at a slow progression, is my new mission, as an adjunct to the indoor walking which I must also continue. Once I can work my way to the road, hopefully, in another month, I’ll feel confident in partaking in tours during the upcoming cruise from Amsterdam.
After the cruise, we’ll be heading to England, mostly in and around Cornwall and (think scenery from Poldark, Doc Martin and Broadchurch, all filmed in and around Cornwall and the further away, Bristol).
|This bird was identified as a Hooded Crow, or Grey Crow in Ireland, by friend (live in UK and Marloth Park), Lynne who along with her husband Mick, are expert birders. Thanks once again, Lynne!!!|
During the first evening’s required “muster drill” approximately five flights of stairs must be navigated up and down. Since I don’t have any visible signs I am recovering, I’d prefer not to draw attention to myself by stopping too often to catch my breath or rest my legs.
When I first had this big surgery, I’d been told to expect 8 to 12 weeks for a full recovery. I’m sure some patients do accomplish this goal but I haven’t been one of them.
|A cattle family lounging together on a hill|
|Small seafaring vessel.|
The incision in my right thigh is still black and blue and feels as if it has needles in it. At night, I have to put a pillow between my knees to avoid the pain. (I no longer take any type of pain medication).
What else is still painful and uncomfortable? The incision scar in my sternum is itchy, feels as if it’s pulling the skin and remains raised. The hardest part is I have trouble bending over to pick up something from the floor or when I look for something in the tiny under-the-counter refrigerator in the kitchen.
The chair I use, although comfortable while sitting, is low to the ground and I have trouble standing up from it. My legs are still sore from the surgeries and I don’t possess the leg strength I had in the past.
The police department in Carna in located in a tiny building. There’s not a lot of crime in Connemara. Police officers are referred to as “Garda” in Ireland.
From time to time, my heart does weird things; too fast, too slow; missed beats. These can be unnerving but I’ve decided not to allow myself to worry about it when I know this is not unusual during the first year post bypass.
None the less, I feel pretty good overall. I can perform most household tasks, cook, do laundry and make the bed. Tom continues to be helpful but now I make a point of doing things for myself.
In five days, it will be five months since the bypass and now its three months since the leg surgeries. For the first time in my life, I haven’t pushed myself to do more and more. Taking it slowly works best in this game.
|Nearby ruins. Many such buildings are found in the countryside.|
So, maybe today is a milestone day…no bandages for now and…I can walk up and down the steep hill which I am now doing each day, walking further and further. I’m grateful to be alive and remind myself of this fact every day and each time I feel a twinge of discomfort.
Today, another rainy day, we’ll stay in and revel in a quiet Sunday, the views of the bay, the wildflowers blooming all around us and a great meal for dinner after a tasty breakfast of scrambled eggs with onions and cheese.
Enjoy your Sunday, too!
|We were busy inside the house preparing for last night’s dinner party. But, we knew the mongooses had arrived by the high pitched cackling and squeals. Tom always drops a few un-cracked raw eggs on the ground to keep them around while we make up the bowl of six to eight eggs (depending on the size of the “band”). For more photos, please click here.|