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@njed Good morning, Ed. You've an awesome knack for coincidence! I read your post after I've been sitting here in this too comfy, too cushy power recliner (which my partner bought for me while I was in sepsis rehab) doing some pre-dawn scribbling in my journal, putting in ink a thought that's been rolling around on my brain pan for the past few days: Since I have two significant conditions, PN and sepsis, and an array of symptoms, how can I tell which symptom belongs with which condition? Chief example? My balance, which was screwy because of my PN, long before the arrival of my sepsis. These days, my balance is as screwy as ever. When I had PN and only PN, I made sure I remained in motion as much as possible to improve or at least stabilize my balance. Since getting sepsis and being told that sepsis will mess with my balance (by robbing me of leg strength), I've been using that understanding to "take it slow." I'm told now that my sepsis is healing (my foot wound), and my life should slowly be returning to normal ("normal," meaning life with PN), but I'm still "taking it slow," thinking first of myself as a guy with sepsis. In other words, am I babying myself? Is it time to "take things LESS slow"? It is time to get back to thinking of myself as a guy whose chief "enemy" condition is far less so sepsis (sepsis is slowly retreating from the battlefield), and instead, the opponent is my old foe PN –– and get back to the business of managing my balance issues as a symptom of PN, the way I used to? Do you see why I said you've an awesome knack for coincidence? 🙂 ––Ray (@ray666)
A wise piece of advice. Yes, keep moving if at all possible. I have difficulty moving with the pain that has returned with a vengeance. I am determined to ride my bike each day possible in our development. Yes, my pain will ramp up, but it will settle down. I will continue until I can't any more.I am 76 right now. Did not expect to be in such a condition in my "golden years". Unfortunately, these are more like "heavy metal years"...silver in my hair, gold in my teeth, and lead in my bottom and feet.