I’ve been good. The first day I went back to the pool, I lived. The second day I went to the pool and the hot tub to stretch in my normal manner. Yesterday I was in overuse agony yet able to laugh at myself ruefully through the Tylenol. Today, only mid-morning do I need Tylenol. How did I know that two plus weeks in bed with a cold would leave me so fragile.
The trick to surviving this, says the old OR nurse I work with on Wednesday, is to keep moving.
I moved books and myself around yesterday. Today I gently moved me around in the pool and the hot tub. The goal is to be fluently moving myself around by next Saturday evening…..not tomorrow. The Captain hasn’t been to Petco Park yet, and we will all be going to a game together. Plus there's a giveaway...a hoodie.
We usually sit in his bosses seats by first base on Field Level. This time, these far away, left field seats were about the only ones left. We can do this. George and Captain Poolie can prowl to their heart’s content, and I can people watch.