The Simple Things

My recent back surgery has been an eye-opener. I was told that the recuperation was "simple" and "relatively short." What I didn't realize was how long two weeks can be when I had to avoid "BLT." No, not the sandwich, although it might have been difficult not to lust after one during that time. BLT refers to bending, lifting, and twisting.

At first glance, that might seem simple. But think how many times a day we do something that involves one of those activities. Take tying a shoelace. I'm a relaxed kind of guy. After thirty-six years practicing medicine, wearing a dress shirt and tie to the office every day (except when I changed into surgical scrubs), I easily gravitated during retirement into golf shirts, jeans, and sneakers. But my New Balance shoes require tying shoelaces. So for the past few days I've been wearing loafers. Now I love those shoes, but I'll be ready to put them back in the closet in exchange for sneakers again.

I was told I couldn't drive for two weeks. Before I could open my mouth, the doctor reminded me that a certain amount of twisting went along with that activity--looking behind me, responding to a horn or a screech of tires, actions I performed without thought that might undo some of the good he'd accomplished with the surgery.

Kay has been great. She gently reminds me to take care of myself, and serves as my chauffeur without grumbling. But we're both ready for me to resume some of my normal activities. My next appointment is tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to being turned loose to do some of the things I've missed. I think the first thing I'm going to do when we get home is kick off these loafers and dig out my New Balance shoes. I've missed you, old friends.

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