The good news is that I seem to be getting stronger. Today, Thursday, July 9, I drove outside the city limits for the first time since the surgery, a 20-minute trek through the rain to the Airport Bridge Club for my first visit to the bridge tables in, well, one month, one week and three days.
More good news there. Paired with Jean Macdonald, a capable player whose plans to play golf had been scotched by the weather, we came in first North-South with a 59.58% game.
But that was about all I could manage. I came home and fell asleep while waiting for a friend to arrive with Chinese food for a late lunch, then fell asleep again later watching Seinfeld reruns on TBS. I've still got a way to go.
The bad news is I'm still looking for leakproofing on my urostomy bag. Sunday night and Monday night I awakened wet at 5 a.m. and had to apply a new appliance.
Wednesday found me and health proxy Bill Finkelstein back at Roswell Park Cancer Institute, talking with an ostomy nurse who had a few suggestions about alternate appliance configurations, where to place the overnight catheter bag (not on the floor) and sleeping on my left side. Wednesday night was dry. Here's hoping for two in a row.
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