"By medicine, life may be prolong'd, yet death will seize the doctor too." (Cymbeline)

Yesterday was a very uneventful Fathers Day. We had plans to go to the Isle Casino, gamble a bit and then have dinner at their buffet. However, I just wasn't up to it. I had about zero energy for such a venture, and if I were not feeling well, it would not have been much fun. Besides Rhoda insisted, that if we were to go, I would have to use a walker or my scooter, and I simply wasn't enthusiastic about that possibility. I can't get used to the idea that I can't walk without a mechanical aid. Me? A two time marathoner? A winner of several age group 5K and 10K races? A soccer and track coach needing mechanical aid to get from Plan A to Plan B? Give me a break. So, instead of the Isle we thought about going to a movie, but when the time came to leave, we both backed out. Instead, we watched the Marlin game, the Euro soccer matches and the U.S. Open. Every one very entertaining. We stayed at home for a pasta dinner. In a way it was good to be home yesterday, because I got phone calls from all the kids and the extended kids. I would have enjoyed hearing from any grandkid, but that didn't happen. Perhaps they lost my phone number.

This morning I was thrust out of my comfortable bed when Rhoda and the home nurse broke into the bedroom. I was not too thrilled with that bit of action. I told them I'd meet them in the kitchen. So, I put on a pair of shorts and went into the kitchen where the nurse re-bandaged a wound on my left leg, took my blood pressure, etc. etc. and promised to return tomorrow. Also, we expect the physical therapist to be here later this afternoon. She'll give me exercises sitting down (the kind I like) and some standing up while holding on to the kitchen sink. Tough, demanding, and painful exercises like lifting one leg up and putting it down, and the doing the same with the other leg. Ten times each. I really aced that one. The next anti-aerobic trick was to hold on to the sink, then raise up on my toes and then back down again. Upsy-downsy--ten times. How exhausting. Now I have a slight idea of what Schwarzenegger goes through. And tomorrow is Tuesday--I think?