Today is the first anniversary of when I came home from hospital following multiple organ failure, a cardiac arrest and several days in a coma.
Some of the advice I was given was just silly. My copy of the Heart Matters magazine turned up in the post with some advice from a male cardiac arrest survivor, which included making goals like making a cup of tea...lol
The day I came home I was cleaning the flat, making the bed, doing the laundry and I was back in my previous role as a full time carer.
I was meant to spend some time convalescing only I haven't started on that yet.
On the upside I have managed to fit pottering about in our tiny garden most mornings.
I bought some long handled shears to cut my lawn with and thought I was doing a good job going out there each morning and snipping away.
Billy just asked me if I wanted someone to come round and mow the lawn for me.
We have very different ideas about lawns. I like the grass to be green and I love all the tiny flowers that randomly appear to add colour.
Apparently Billy prefers a yellow patchy lawn with loads of headless flowers
Today I was in the garden around 7:30 am. While I was out there some plants turned up so I had to clear some space and prepare the ground to plant 12 ground cover plants. It took ages and I was still out there just before noon when the groceries were delivered.
I'm finished with gardening today so will get back with it tomorrow if it doesn't rain too much.
I'm up and down energy wise and my balance is a bit off for much of the day but can currently walk the 50 yards or so to the post box and back with only needing a day or so of taking it easy.