Slowly progressing

In the “before times” (before having a heart attack, before spending 6 months recovering from it) I measured my life by different yardsticks than I use now. A good day’s work involved communicating with clients and development teams across the continent and sometimes around the globe. A productive day included creative coding that resulted in web pages that used leading edge technologies and worked consistently and reliably across a wide span of browsers and operating systems. My work was generally viewed by hundreds, if not thousands of people, each and every day.
Nowadays, and for about the past six months, my scope has been much more limited. I’ve reached a point where I work a 4-day week, each session lasts only 2-3 hours, and I’m generally exhausted by the time I return home from the hospital. A good day’s work involves being able to bend my shoulders another 5 degrees further than the last time my progress was measured or having my memory skill rating upgraded from the level of an 8-year-old after repeating tests originally conducted 4 months earlier. My work is viewed by one therapist and reports of my progress might be reviewed by a team of five when they find the time.
These changes can be discouraging, but I keep on keeping on with the firm conviction that I WILL recover from this setback and I AM regaining my faculties and I WILL once again do what I so love to do with my days. And through it all, through the worst that has happened and the best that is yet to come, I have been blessed with the love and caring support of the most remarkable woman it has been my great good fortune to know and love.

Oscar Fever

My better half is a journalist at Digital Journal. I happen to think she’s very good and the staff seem to agree. She’s been selected to help cover the Oscars this year and has been catching up on any hot contenders we didn’t get around to seeing when they first hit the theatres. So we’ve been glued to the screen the past couple of days watching the likeliest candidates for Oscar gold.

I won’t bore you with my amateur impressions of the movies themselves except to say I’ve been impressed with the work I’ve seen. I’ve enjoyed watching KJ watch the movies then leap to the keyboard to record her reviews. I haven’t been a big fan of awards shows in the past, but I expect to get thoroughly caught up in the Oscars this Sunday.

What I am

I turned 51 in January. At the time, I was living in a rehab centre, recovering from the heart attack in October that stopped my heart from beating for just under an hour.

At the time that happened, I was a web developer. I’m not sure what I am now. Time will tell.