I realise that my readers are probably becoming surfeited with all that I’ve been writing about myself lately, but since I shared with you the various activities of surgeons and anaesthetists in regard to my recent operation, I thought I would announce that a small milestone has been reached in my recovery. This evening, I am able to have a bath once more.
Restricted thus far to showers because of the weakening effects of immersion on stitches, a consultation with my surgeon this week resulted in the welcome news that I may once again bathe horizontally. This, as some of you may know, constitutes a most relaxing portion of my Saturday night, and a prologue to the later viewing of a movie, also habitually on Saturday nights.
It will still be a few weeks until I can ride my bicycle. The surgeon stated that I could have a “leisurely” bike-ride now. There is no “leisurely” bike-ride in my part of the world, where strong winds are the norm, and pedaling is likely the equivalent of some sort of competitive weight-lifting.
Nonetheless, a bath is a good sign of continued healing, even if it is interrupted by this little fellow, who seems to like the sound of water running into a tub…