Lungs for Mandy

Dear Dogs,

When I say move it, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two dogs in the way.

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake claim for it becoming your food and dish; nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by Nascar and is not a race track. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn’t help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at the videos of dogs-they can actually curl up in a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, streched out to the fullest extent. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maxamize space used in nothing but dog sarcasm.

My cds are not minature Frisbees

For the last time there is not a secret exit from the bathroom by some miracle. I beat you there and manage to get the door closed , it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob, or try to get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years, canine attendance is not mandatory.

The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog’s butt. I can not stress this enough. It would be such a simple change for you.

(Copied from PetPress, a pet magazine)

Finally after four days of little exercise I was able to walk the treadmill and do some other weights. I walked 24 minutes (I almost wrote 24 miles-I can’t wait for that:) and my heart rate was fine. Both woman that I usually work out with are in the hospital Kim and Donna, I hope you both are feeling better real soon.

Alex jumped on the back of my red hot scooter today at Target and I thought we were both going down. woooohoooo  that was scary. I felt like we were in a cartoon when something falls on a cartoon character and the character flattens like a piece of paper.

Obviously Alex would have been the flattened piece of paper.

After the mess yesterday I decided before I went to pulmonary rehab 30 minutes away I was going to take my heart rate first which was 150. I called the hospital and they didn’t want me to work out Friday. A normal heart rate should be(about 90-11). So no rehab for two days plus now nothing until I am at an average HR.  Luckily I checked it today and it is about 130. I hope by Monday I will be able to get back onto the treadmill. This evening I am going to take a short walk so my body doesn’t go into total shock. My anxiety level has gone down a huge amount!!!!!!!

Hope you are well

Amanda

After a good nights sleep Manda got up to get ready for her daily trip up to the hospital for her afternoon of re-hab. She and Laurie got there and the re-hab tech noticed her heart beat was rather high, 140. So they had her go over for an EKG and waited around for the Doctor to review it. After a couple of hours they decided no re-hab today and let her come home. She was actually feeling fine and she and Laurie proceeded to the Grocery store. Her scooter ran out of juice so she used one of the stores. Her only complaint, Babbitt speed was more like turtle compared to hers.

Dad