After six weeks and twelve visits, I was finally given the Certification of Survival by our favourite Commandant, Jo. Her guards put their whips and whistles down and my fellow inmates gathered around to wish me well. No sooner had that formality passed, than Jo was pressing me to sign up for Phase 4 of the rehabilitation. I can't think why, but maybe she senses something of the masochist in me. It's probably a very good idea. (it says here)
This week also saw Gina 'The Ring Master', remembering her routines for once. Last weeks Blonde Moments forgotten. Well, that is until she blotted her copybook right at the end by missing out a vital stretching exercise. I think she was a little distracted this week. Indeed, several of my fellow inmates including myself, noticed Gina's fawning favouritism to one particularly handsome newcomer. She spent most of the exercise following him around with his drink and giving unwarranted 1-1 attention to the dismay of her other, sadly abandoned charges. Tsk tsk.
All told, (and joking apart), the program has been a great help. The staff involved with the Cardiac Rehabilitation have been incredibly friendly and encouraging and I certainly feel more confidant in myself, and in the ability of my heart to keep working as it should, and the exercise is actually enjoyable. Sort of. In a way. On to Phase 4 then ...
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