Well, it’s 10 months since the heart attack; a long road to recovery, but eventful.
Am I fit, 100% now? Honest answer, no. I don’t suppose I ever will be.
Damage to a heart, (and it is after all just a muscle, albeit a rather special and complicated one), never heals, like a cut would. Once it’s gone, it’s gone. It scars, but that bit that got damaged, is gone. In my case, 40%.
No amount of stents or tablets will replace what’s gone. You just have to take it a bit easier.
Easier said than done sometimes.
So, the past year of recovery has been interesting.
I’ve had time to sort out the garden……………..er, no.
I’ve had time to sort out my spare room……………er, no again.
Decorate? Hell, no!
Get all the odd jobs done round the house? Ha ha, no!
So, er, what exactly have I done?
Well, 2 weeks after the heart attack, I was down my local lake, taking a steady, breathless walk. It was good to be out; fresh air, and nature…….you can’t beat it.
I went every other day, for the next week. Couldn’t manage daily visits, too tiring.
The fourth week, I got more adventurous, venturing a little further afield. Still fairly local, and almost every day.
Week 5? Well, with hindsight, a little stupid, but had a great time. I went to Titchwell nature reserve on the Norfolk coast, about a 3 hour drive. The weather was dire; rained all day, and so cold, that what breath I had, was taken away. But the birds were good.
After that, the world was my oyster; or at least, anywhere in driving distance. Every day I went out somewhere new. It was great. Tiring, but great.
I was like a kid running lose in a sweet shop. I had all this time off work, and I was going to make the most of it, if it ……..……
Well, it could have done, but didn’t.
I slowed down after a while, or maybe burnt out a little, not sure. I still went out though. I met up with Tricia for a great day out at London Wetland Centre.
I started a new blog, about my local lake, Caldecotte. I’ve met lots of people there, from my daily visits. Dog walkers, joggers, fellow photographers, and even a fellow blogger, Trevor.
And now the party is over. Time to go back to work; on Monday. Welcome to the real world.
Do I want to? No.
Do I think I can do it? No.
But it’s that money thing. I need the money. Work have been very good; they’ve paid me all the time I’ve been off. But nothing lasts forever, so later today, I have a meeting with personnel, or human resources, as they call themselves now. A meeting to discuss a return to work, that will get me back to where I was.
So all the daily visits to my local will come to an end. I’ll still get there, when I can, but not as often. I’ll miss that.
I’ll miss seeing all the people I’ve got to know, and all the birds. It’s the time of year when all sorts of birds can turn up, sometimes just for a day.
It’s not all been about going out, and having a good time though.
There’s been hospital visits, doctors visits, tests, and more tests. Another stent fitted, more tablets to take; and at times I’ve felt really down, and wondered what is the point of it all.
I don’t know the answer to that, but I’m grateful that I’ve been able to get out, and see so many birds this year.
And if I ever get in the position I can quit work for good, guess where I’ll be?