Saturday, June 25, 2022

 Saturday, June 25, 2022   

Another good night’s sleep. There are more of those than the bad, pain-filled ones. It was looking good. The bad nights reminded me of the body workers’ warnings. Was this what they were talking about? I was now confident I wouldn’t be worse off than before the surgery. Well, pretty confident. I still wanted to know what they were talking about.

   I only got one of my supine exercises done before I got up. I modified it somewhat. I involved more of my body and held it longer than prescribed. While that can be good, this morning, it was too much. When I got up, I felt I needed to get back on the walker instead of using the walking stick. Last night I was so optimistic about my progress that I folded up the walker for the first time since I got home.

   I didn’t do much today. I published last year’s entry on the public blog and got up-to-date on the current one.

    The big event for the day was a call from Damon and Cylin. Actually, it was common for him or them to call regularly. This was the most exciting event of the day.   

     Cylin asked if I was eating something. Yes. A thick slice of sourdough rye with unhealthy slabs of butter. Hmmm! It told them about the Sundog bakery. A hippie couple started a bakery in their home. They sold their product out of the town parking lot twice a week. Restaurants and hotels got wind of their product. Those institutions became their primary customers. They continued selling to the general public once a week on Wednesday from 1 -4 pm or until they ran out of product. That’s all, folks! 

   I learned about them when I bought a sandwich from a café attached to one of my rehab facilities. I asked them where they got their bread. I buy a large loaf. I throw one half in the freezer and put the other half in a baggie wrapped in a brown paper bag. It keeps that way forever.    

   Damon and Cylin were off to a theatrical event. It sounded like a carnival haunted house without the horror – I hoped. They were told to dress comfortably. They would experience total darkness and some tight corners. Those sounded like the worse.

   There was another important event. I had been complaining about my eyesight. I have poor vision in both eyes. Because my eyes are misaligned, I have overlapping images. Glasses don’t correct this problem effectively. One of the reasons I get so tired is my eyes wear out. Scott offered me a book of eye exercises that helped him. I started doing eye stretches every twenty minutes. That alone seemed to help. I ordered two copies of the book: one for Cylin and one for Dorothy, who also complained about their eyesight. However, the two ladies and I have already had cataract surgery. We no longer control our lenses. I didn’t know if the exercises would have any effect. They couldn’t do harm. That’s good enough to make them worth trying.

   Saturday it’s my Saturday shows. None were particularly satisfying this morning. One I turned off, preferring the cool jazz station on Pandora. I watched more of Unforgotten. I could see what was coming for two of the characters. They had made fatal mistakes in their earlier lives that would catch up to them and ruin their current lives. One had been a prostitute and now was a high school teacher. I was rooting for her. The other was a good man with a bad temper who killed someone. He spent the rest of his life redeeming himself. Now he was going to be outed.