Fence repair day here, had a kinda bad spot in it, Rowdy wasn't a jumper and was no problem. Little Brown Dog has other ideas. Fence is now high enough to stop him, BIL, Niece and her husband did it, I napped part of the time.
They were glad to do it, kinda hard to watch someone doing what you should be doing, was going to put the leftovers away and reaching in the cupboard at shoulder high trying to find lids and bowls that matched made the dang sternum hurt so Rita's going to do it.
It will get better, not really trying to feel sorry for myself, more pissed that I can't do it. They tell me that is good because it encourages me to try harder with therapy.
Scared Rita twice, yesterday she was at her therapy, I at mine and some guy didn't eat before he came and went down. Scared her when they called medical staff to cardio rehab because of a patient down.
Had my arm around her about 4 am and had one of them falling dreams and jerked hard, woke her up and she had to holler and shake me to get me awake, she said she was scared I'd died on her.
Trying not to scare her today. She still has a heart rhythm problem that she has an appointment for next week, I'm betting she is going to get a pacemaker soon, not a big deal today.