I started rehab today after my recent heart attack. It looks like there’s a coffee-klatsch type group of regular people, and I’m the new kid on the block. At 53. Hmpfh.
The nurse I’m working with is named Vickie, and she’s quite adept at handling us old grumps, it seems :) I’ve learned to wire myself up for the EKG monitor, so that the nurses can see what we’re about at the desk. Then it’s treadmill and stationary bike and nustep machine and weights for an hour.
I hurt all over after the session today, but at least didn’t fall over or drop dead. Whew. We’ll see how it goes- my body is not used to this.