Again, no news is great news.
Besides having a rib out from sleeping wrong, I'm in pretty good shape.
For the record, with these tissue expanders....there's no way to sleep right. Believe me, I try.
I'm still half side sleeping on my deflated side for now and making trips to the chiropractor often.
I have no idea how I'm going to sleep once they air me back up in March.
Today was my 10th radiation. Only 23 to go! I'm not minding the drive like I thought I would.
I can sing super loud and I have some of my best talks with God on the commute. It goes quickly.
I tried walk-running around the neighborhood yesterday. The weather was fantastic.
About one tenth into the first mile I came to the conclusion that there is no chance in hell I'm going to be able to run a 5k by July.
I should plan on bringing my dog, Cooper. At least then I would have an excuse to stop every 4 minutes. He's just as lazy and out of shape as I am.
I was thankful for the 5x he had to stop to poop on our short 1.5 mile jaunt.
We're pretty pathetic.