Braveheart
Well-known member
Well, after doing the paper work yesterday, and discussing my case with the nurse in charge of rehab, I started my actual workout today. I am a person whose idea of a "nice walk" was four miles. When I went on a treadmill at the gym, I didn't get off until I heard my entire CD, which usually ran 60-70 minutes.
So, I was wondering whether this rehab stuff would be worth my while. I was comforted when the nurse fitted me with a heart monitor. Since I had my bout of a-fib, I am a little "gun shy" about my heart rhythm.
The fitness person explained that this time they were going to go easy on me, to get a baseline. I went through the stretching, various machines, and another round of stretching. The fitness guy kept asking me if I felt ok, if anything was hurting. It wasn't.
I went home thinking that this would be a piece of cake. I wasn't hurting. I liked the numbers on my little oximeter. I went home, laid down on the couch, and suddenly felt like a dead fish. Obviously, my little encounter with exercise after surgery was not as innocuous as I first thought!
So, I was wondering whether this rehab stuff would be worth my while. I was comforted when the nurse fitted me with a heart monitor. Since I had my bout of a-fib, I am a little "gun shy" about my heart rhythm.
The fitness person explained that this time they were going to go easy on me, to get a baseline. I went through the stretching, various machines, and another round of stretching. The fitness guy kept asking me if I felt ok, if anything was hurting. It wasn't.
I went home thinking that this would be a piece of cake. I wasn't hurting. I liked the numbers on my little oximeter. I went home, laid down on the couch, and suddenly felt like a dead fish. Obviously, my little encounter with exercise after surgery was not as innocuous as I first thought!