Slow Progress

Progress in my recovery does seem to be slow or I'm just more careful that I don't overdo it. I vowed yesterday since we didn't have anywhere to go that it would be an easy day of knitting. I felt good after a good night - a little more sleep but I'm not there yet. I went outside and walked to the mailbox for the mail and then one more time to the middle of the neighbor's yard. I must have looked strange out there inching along like I had lost something but I made it. Other than that and a little cleaning, laundry and watching a movie, it was an easy day but full of things I needed to do. I've decided there will be no napping during the day and by 7 last night it was getting tough. I still rested but didn't recline. The only problem is that after seeing me like that my husband gets the impression I'm back and nothing could be further from the truth. I also realized yesterday that I made the right decision in choosing the mechanical valve because I would never, ever redo this surgery. The inconvenience of bloodwork and regulating my coumadin is nothing compared to the exhaustion I feel after open heart surgery.