Well, tomorrow was supposed to be the big day. Back surgery. From the time I missed Blade this year until now, the pain and uselessness of my left foot has gotten very bad. To tell the truth, I was really looking forward to having the back surgery, which would have been my fourth, the previous three having provided wonderful relief.
I was told last week to skip my Plavix for seven days. I checked in with my cardiologist, who said absolutely not. I had two stents installed in January, and he said I must not skip Plavix for at least a year afterward. I am now faced with the dreary prospect of dragging my left leg around on a cane for six more months. What is really getting me down is the extended lack of any meaningful exercise. I feel like I am turning into a marshmallow. The only enjoyable outdoor activities I can still manage are my trips to the range, and I must cut them short.
I am needing some O2W blades to arrive so I can at least fondle them.
I was told last week to skip my Plavix for seven days. I checked in with my cardiologist, who said absolutely not. I had two stents installed in January, and he said I must not skip Plavix for at least a year afterward. I am now faced with the dreary prospect of dragging my left leg around on a cane for six more months. What is really getting me down is the extended lack of any meaningful exercise. I feel like I am turning into a marshmallow. The only enjoyable outdoor activities I can still manage are my trips to the range, and I must cut them short.
I am needing some O2W blades to arrive so I can at least fondle them.