10 Days Post Stroke
I have to get my front yard grass cut
before my neighbors call The Health
Department. Wow, it's getting Hot!
Better install the air-conditioners.
Need to hurry up, Marty will be here
soon.
I had to tape a mitten onto my right
hand so I could hold the weed wacker.
It felt like I was lifting a hundred pounds.
After doing a little section, I had to rest on
my porch chair for ten minutes.
Most of the front yard was still not cut when
Marty showed up.
"Can I help?" Marty asked.
" Thanks. I'll finish it after were done
working out."
I intentionally left the weed wacker
and other gardening tools strewn about ,so
my neighbors could tell I'm working
on it.
"Marty, before we start, I want to put the
air conditioners in. Just take a few minutes."
"How are you feeling?" Marty asked.
"Feeling Great!"
"How are you feeling Marty?"
We both laughed!
"Marty, I am going to wear my long
leather coat and boxing gloves so I don't
get cut by the sharp edges of the
air conditioners. I know this is going to
look ridiculous, especially in this hot weather,
but since I'm on Coumadin, I can't take chances.
I don't want to bleed to death like a poisoned rat!"
To my shame Marty had to bring the heaviest
air conditioner up from the basement and
install it in the dining room window.
"At least I didn't drop out it out the window!"
We enjoyed another good laugh.
I was grateful for his friendship!
"Thanks Marty! I really appreciate your help!"
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