I need to do some walking since it’s really the only exercise I can do, but I continue to struggle with a Charley horse in my upper left thigh. When it strikes, I have to drag my leg like “The Gimp.” It’s quite painful and frustrating, as I continue to recover from open heart surgery. My chiropractor worked on me twice this week, but it has yet to heal, and the cause is only speculation since I have done nothing to injure it. Also, the results came back negative on my MRI, so I’ve yet to find a solution for my balance and lightheadedness issues. It seems to be one thing after another on the road to recovery. One solution has been to walk in the shallow end of the pool where I can steady myself on the edge. However, it’s not burning the calories necessary to lose some of this cruise weight. 

I’m in the doghouse, after agreeing to a beer with a neighbor and trying to move our Friday “Date Night.” Just when I thought there was a solution the night before, my granddaughter announced that she had forgotten to tell us about her Spring Dance Recital at the high school. Where I thought I was picking up my youngest granddaughter at the bus stop, those plans have suddenly changed, as well. We never seem to be in the know until the last minute, and my wife is a planner. There always seems to be something that screws up her plans like me and my family. She and Tally are at the Dog Park this morning, while one of us will need to stay home to watch the dogs during tonight’s recital. It’s complicated, as most family matters are!

The Gimp’s in the doghouse, and the dogs rule the hen house! In the meantime, I’m limping down the yellow brick road as the Cowardly Lion, with no one to pin a medal on me. The Wizard of Oz has already proven that I have a heart (though just repaired) and a brain that after recent tests seems to be functioning properly. Just give me the courage to face another day without running or even walking to keep me sane.