So far things are moving along at snails pace. The last three weeks I have been walking more. The last two weeks i have begun to do some house cleaning. First it started with just dishes. Now I do dishes, some vacuuming or laundry and at least one or two litter boxes. The litter boxes are the hardest on me. Vacuuming tends to keep me in a panic or more nervous really. My whole body tingles in fear but I push on. Dishes are easy although standing can make my feet and lower legs want to swell. That goes away once I start walking or put my feet up. I took a chance this past Sunday and did a little driving. It wasn't too bad. I was a little shaky at first and when traffic piled up i got a little panicked, but I did Well. Once I made it to my destination, my husband drove us home form there. I still have short spells of depression that tend to irritate my husband. He just rolls his eyes, walks off or tells me he doesn't want to hear it. So I do my best to suck it up and carry on with the day.