(oops… forgot to finish this yesterday)
Today (July 21) marks six months since my surgery. It’s been a challenging time, but I’ve made it this far, so I can probably keep going, eh?
First, a coronavirus update.
Last week we had 42,000 cases and 439 deaths. Houston/Harris County continues to be a hot-spot. And I continue to be leery about going anywhere for any reason.
I’ve not been taking pictures of all the scar progress, but here is my earliest picture
And here is this morning’s picture of the 6-month scar:
Grateful that the scar is quickly fading, although I’m a little freaked out that my navel has shifted about an inch to the right. I was not expecting that. I’m guessing that is because of scar tissue forming underneath in all those various layers of muscle and fat and so forth. I supposed a shifted navel isn’t the worst that could happen.
I am definitely glad that my glucose and blood pressure numbers are fairly normal these days, or as they say in medical terms “within normal range”. There’s really no such thing as ‘normal’, because every body is different and we all have our own normal. But my numbers are within a range of what is considered healthy.
I’ve not been walking like I had wanted to — both joint pain and heat have been disincentives to getting out and walking/exercising regularly. But I am generally more able to get around the house and do what needs doing, and that’s what counts. And with the current pandemic looming overhead, I’m in no rush to get out and about anyway.