I am feeling great.  Still some sensitivity if I press on my chest because, let’s face it, there was some major splitting of the breastbone and peeling me open like a flower, but that is manageable.

I am walking 5 km a day (despite the arctic air temp)  with no problem.  On Monday I am hoping to get clearance from my doctor to start working out at my fitness center (under the expensive guidance of a qualified cardio fitness instructor).

But one of the restrictions that bugs me is that I am not allowed to drive.  So Little Red has sat in the garage since Andra visited and took it for a drive.

We came back from shopping today and I said I have to take Little Red out for a warm up and recharge the batteries.  I thought no big deal.. but Pat stood there when I backed it out and glared at me.  I drove it up and down the driveway under her supervision for several minutes and then parked it.  I cannot conceive of the punishment I would have received if I had taken it around the block (which was my intent).  According to Pat .. Rules are Rules.

It was like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man.  “I’m a very good driver… dad let me drive the car up and down the driveway”

I am prepared to bribe the Doctor on Monday to release me from this situation.  This is the longest I have gone without driving since I was 16.