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I was 54, in good health, member Army National Guard, 5'8", 156lbs. Semi vegitarian, out of the blue, a Quad bypass. No heart attack, just a sense of sluggishness under moderate exertion. Woke up after bypass feeling really crappy, wanted to sleep, stay in bed. Bedpan guy came in looked at me and told me things that changed my life. Earlier that same day, I'd been seen by the surgeon, the cardiologist, several nurses, and here comes the bed pad guy and gives me the best advice ever!His name was Mendez. "have you been out of bed today?". I'm feeling like shit and said so. He looks down into my eyes, says "you need to get out of bed. Every day you stay in bed will lengthen your stay in here by three days. You stay a week, you will get a staph infection. That will keep you here two weeks, you will get pneumonia. People die here. You are a young man, i will get the physical therapist in here, she will show you how to safely get out of bed". He also told me, every one of these people wearing lab coats come in, look at you, go back to their computers, and enter comments about your progress that they all read. If you are not showing progress, they will all know it. "You need to be blowing on that inspirational spirometer all day long, and getting up and walking as often as you can manage". I was out of the hospital in 3 days.The spirometer is a respiratory device, a 2 inch piston in a 8 inch tall cylinder. It is graduated in cl, and I was told I needed to blow the piston up at least 1,500 cl ten times a day. Ten times a day... My daily goal! The upper most graduation is 2,700. The device is intended to help gage the patient's lung Capacity. I kept the damned thing in my hands all day long. 10 times a day, hell, I did it 10 times an hour or more. Lets get real here. You are in the hospital...what else do you have to do? The morning of the second day, the nurse said "are you able to blow up to the goal of 1,500?" I told her I could blow the thing to to the top. "ok smarty, let's see". I did, she never asked again. But I kept up blowing all day long.The hospital had blue vinyl foot prints on the floor, defining a track that patients, could shuffle along, trying to regain their strength. They "suggested" patients try to get up and walk bit. With Mendez and the therapist, I was out of bed and shuffling along the path at least once an hour. After the first moning, and I was taught how to get out of bed, I shaved every day, and bathed myself. I never took a dump in a bed pad, and had them yank the tube of of my penis that same morning. I was at Swedish hospital in Seattle. I had a room mate, he was about 60, somewhat heavier than I. He had a quad bypass like I had. He never got out of bed, he was always complaining about how bad he felt, when I left, he looked like he was dying. I'm convinced, attitude plays a big role in recovery.When I was released, I was assigned a physical therapist. I did all of the exercises everyday all day long. At the earliest possibility I was out walking every day, inside of a week, walking a mile or more. Since my operation in 2004, I have maintained my exercising, I weigh 143, in the best shape of my life, I'm retired, we travel, I have attended BMW's off road riding course, ride my 2005 R1200GS off road ( regularly drop it in the dirt... But can generally pick it up by myself), have several nice Italian bikes, that I ride on the track, and am having the time of my life!In the intervening years, several of my friends have had cardiac surgery. Those that chose to recover in Barcaloungers, skip the physical therapy, and eat three meals a day at Outback Steakhouse are no longer riding bikes or traveling, are starting to need canes, complain about almost everything, and are becoming shut -ins. It's all about attitude.Best wishes on your surgery.Dick