The Second Wodin's Day of August

Wednesday, August 10, 2022

16:37

I was released from hospital two weeks ago today. I decided I would celebrate by trying to walk to the beach with my portable oxygen concentrator or POC.

I hadn't been on the beach in almost a month and I miss my daily excursions with sand, surf, salt, and sky.

Thanks to the ever thoughtful Mary, we developed a plan for the adventure walk to the beach. To cut the distance some, we would drive partway down our lane and park.

The POC weighs about 10 pounds. Mary said she would carry it which actually took a weight off my shoulders. Mary also had the good idea of carrying a camp stool so I could rest along the way. See photo of 21st century sherpa.

The walk itself is only a couple of hundred yards. The major challenge was going to be getting up and over the pathway through the dunes; both ways.

As you've seen, we made it. We took our time and stopped when needed along the way for the old fella to catch his breath. It was worth it. It's hard to describe how much joy I experienced just being on the beach. The simple things, eh.

Coming back, I was feeling the effort in my legs. By the time we were back in the cottage my legs were more than a little wobbly. But now I know I can do it with a little help. Not ready for solo yet.

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