Haaaaaa....like I'd ever have worn a bikini to start with! I'm more of a trunks guy except for that mandatory four years with a blue and gold Speedo during my Annapolis days! I was what was known as an aqua rock...swimming was never my strong suit, I could do just enough to pass but not much better!
Last February I attempted to get an umbilical hernia repaired and that didn't turn out as expected. A diagnosis of atrial fibrillation just prior to starting surgery meant a cancellation and some changes for me and a handful of meds to take on a daily basis. The Cliff Notes version is the meds do their job, instances of afib are down to about once every few months and typically just for a few hours. I eased up slightly on my dual career lifestyle (so fewer transactions overall, but I passed on a fair number of "red flag" prospects and referred out some others).
The hernia bump grew a bit until it was golf ball sized and we'd nicknamed it Kuato (Total Recall reference for you sci fi fans). I stalled a bit getting the hernia repair done until we got past gardening/yardwork season.
Yesterday was the day for Round 2. 3:30 wakeup to feed the dogs and cats, 5:30 arrival at Jewish Hospital, 7:30 surgery. Outpatient and about an hour in the OR. All went as planned...in fact they were a bit "sneaky" about the anaethesia, no warning (that I remember) that they were going to knock me out. Next think I know I'm in recovery and getting back to coherence. By 11 a.m. we're packing up and Liz is driving me home. I've got an incision (glued shut) of 2-3 inches across the top of my belly button. Inside are stitches and a piece of mesh to close up the dime sized gap in the abdominal wall.
All things considered, a very smooth day. Pain is minimal and Tylenol is enough to keep the edge off.
The biggest change? For the next 6 weeks I'm not supposed to lift anything heavier than 8 pounds (roughly a gallon of milk).
That means the Christmas lights stay hung! (we had snow just before New Year's so getting up on the roof was a no go).
And it means a lot of routine stuff is currently off the table.
Some of our cats are heavier than 8 pounds so I can't pick those up. All but one of our Chihuahuas are under 8 pounds, so score one for the little furballs.
Picking up a full bag of cat food? 12 pounds.
Kitty litter. 40 pounds.
Real estate signs? Not sure, but I know fully loaded more than 8 pounds, plus swinging a rubber mallet probably wouldn't be a genius idea either.
Lots of little things will need adjustments, splitting carrying things into multiple trips instead of one "pack mule" approach like I'm used to.
And I'd better lighten up my laptop backpack to the bare minimum!
The good news, most of my real estate activities don't require any heavy physical lifting. I get hired for brain power, not brawn. Showing houses, answering calls, blogging, website maintenace, all doable and I should be back to business as usual shortly.
Need a real estate guide? That's what we're here for. Further questions about buying or selling a Cincinnati area home? Call Bill at 513-520-5305 or email Liz@LizSpear.com and we'll determine how we can best help you!
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Bill of Liz and Bill aka BLiz
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