Post heart surgery day +18.
This is going so much slower than I would ever have anticipated. I'm walking a couple hundred yards twice a day, and my legs are so weak. I get back and almost invariably I am exhausted and take a nap. I'm not seeing significant improvement in my strength or endurance. I am not an easy patient for Jackie. I am miserable much of the time, withdrawn into my own small world, trying to cope, and liable to snap at intrusions from the outside world. My appetite is just about zero. I must force myself to eat most of the time, and when I do eat, it's maybe ½ of what I would have eaten pre-surgery. Nothing tastes good. A couple of days ago, Jackie fixed tomato soup and grilled cheese/ham sandwiches, a favorite meal of mine. If you had blindfolded me, I could not have identified the tomato soup. My taste buds are very muted. I'm wondering it is has to do with the meds I'm on? Last night I tried doing without my meds for sleeping. I...