I didn’t sleep very well last night because I slept all day yesterday. I finally fell asleep sometime around 2 am and woke up at 6:30 am. Sherry and my son Brendon helped me with my bathing (that was not a pleasant experience due to nearly passing out) but they both were very helpful, supportive, and gentle. After getting me back into bed, Sherry made me a small portion of farina with half an orange on the side. I took my morning medicines and went to sleep for four hours.

I am worn out. I lay here in bed, alternately standing up to exercise my legs and massage my sides as instructed by my doctor, and then I lie back down to rest again, only to repeat the process a few hours later. Through it all, Buddy is guarding me, which is nice. He knows something is wrong and he doesn’t want to get too close to me; he prefers to stay by my feet watching the door and the windows.

I’m doing my best to stay positive. I am making plans for my workouts and how I will re-enter the world of fitness when I’m cleared by my doctor; not a day sooner. I am looking forward to being able to run without pain in my back/kidneys, and to be able to look good in a dress shirt or my uniforms. I look forward to the pain being gone, replaced by the good pain after a good workout. Four and a half more weeks.