Upon arriving home, I felt like I could dance.   I was able to walk around the house without touching walls.  I had to focus on doing this, but I could.  Moving about the house could be done, but it was not natural. 

I wanted to show off to my wife who did not believe in CCSVI.  And I did my best show.  Constant movement.  Going about the house.  Stairs. 

The next morning I woke up, fed the animals, went to the store, went to rehab to set new plans on how to get better, ran around.  Went to my kids pediatrician with our daughter having a stomach flu, went to my MS group.  I announced to the group I had done CCSVI.  Everybody leaned in with an open ear and a terrified mind.  How crazy is this guy to do a procedure that is thought to be hocus-pocus.

All of this was in a day.  Wow.  I felt bulletproof.  I could fly.  I went to physical therapy the next morning.

About midday the afternoon, something happened.  I was suddenly unable to get up.  Exhausted?  Yes.  Run down?  Affirmative.  Cemented to my lay-z-boy.  You bet. 

My body gave me the gotta go message.  I could not get up.  The bathroom is not that far away.  I could not stand up.  Or crawl.  Kids were gone.  Wife was 40 miles away at work.  The phone was ringing.  I could not get to it.  My cell rang.  Same problem.

When the phone rings, I answer it.  Always.  But I could not get the phone.  I heard my wife’s voice on the answering machine asking if I was okay.  I was on the ground. 

Yes, I yacked.  On the ground.  I will spare you details from one of the worst days of my life. 

OK.  I GET IT.  I DID NOT REST!!!  STUPID ME.  I HAVE TWO SPEEDS: REST AND 110%.  NOW I WAS FLAT ON THE GROUND.

Please let this be a postoperative lesson to you all.  Rest after any surgery.  Drink fluids.  Take it easy.

The next day the sun rose and I was better.  I am constantly fighting to improve.  I drive easier because my right ankle works better.

Every day is another day for improvement. I still do not work.  I have stumbled a couple of times, and I just cannot predict when the next face plant will occur.  Professionally, this is not the image I have built over my lifetime.

Fight.   Rest.  Fight again.  Delight in the daily joys of life.