Pretty routine. Monday night we were in SLC for a jazz concert, so I was a tad short on sleep when I arrived at the CVCC Tuesday a.m. The bag of Benadryl put me out for most of a couple hours. Then I read for the remainder of the 31/2 hours the infusion took. Surprisingly, I still had a nap after lunch, so maybe I exerted more than I thought during the time leading up to the infusion, or it had some effect on me. No problem sleeping last night, either.
I popped onto the treadmill to get some steps in on Sunday and by Monday my shins were talking to me. Shin splints essentially happen to me every time I take time off from walking and then go back to it. They take nearly a week to go thoroughly away. Any attempt to shortcut the healing process just brings them back. So I will give it a few more days before climbing aboard again.
Another week and I will have lived through 75 years and begin my 76th year. Amazing. Who would have thunk it all those years ago. A woman next to me in the infusion room could not believe that I was 74. I definitely want to hear that some more...
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