At my three week check up a few days ago, the PA said I was way ahead of the curve. Well, I know that and I’m glad of it, but it is a surprise to me that it worked out this way. I had high expectations, but I’ve completely surpassed many of them.
I imagined at three weeks, I would still have a lot of incision pain, and I would still be hitting the pain meds pretty heavily. In reality, I have incision discomfort, and a small amount of pain meds keeps that under good control. I get some stiffness and soreness, and if I really overdo, I get an uncomfortable burning sensation.
I hoped at three weeks I could maybe start driving, although it seemed more realistic to assume four weeks. In reality, I started short distances at two weeks, and now I can bop all over town without difficulty.
I imagined that I would have finished my jigsaw puzzle during the first week home. In reality, I’ve barely touched the thing….don’t know why I bought it in the first place.
I realized shortly after surgery, that even if I felt well enough, I would be limited in where I could go because of the need for a toilet lift. While some toilets are higher or lower than others, not everyplace has the really higher seat that I needed. I started devising a plan involving a large plastic bag and nonchalantly carrying mine with me. As it turned out, I didn’t need to. About the time I started driving, I also started getting up from lower and lower surfaces. Only once did I encounter a toilet that was a bit of a strain to navigate off of. Please don’t tell my doctor any of this.
I didn’t know what to picture in terms of walking and whether I’d still have a limp or no limp; pain or no pain. In reality, when I’m well rested and properly medicated, I have almost no limp and no pain. Tired….stretching out the pain med cycle….it goes south accordingly. Every day, I get stronger and healing occurs, so I am now picturing that within a month or so, I will appear completely able-bodied, at least to the untrained eye. Full healing and recovery takes a full year, but for practical matters along the way, I’ll be completely functional.
I thought by now I’d have reread the first two books of the Outlander series, and the following ones that I’ve never read. Instead….haven’t started them. I read a couple really bad awful political thrillers, and now I’m slogging my way through the next book club book. My attention span is about 4 pages long, which is why I should be reading the Outlanders series instead. Maybe it’s time to cave in and try the Twilight books...the series about vampires that makes intelligent grown women react with incoherent sighs. I have fought it off successfully up till now, but I really need a book to get lost in. So I should at least give it a try. I can’t believe I just said that.
I thought I’d have a new spring/summer sweater just about ready to wear. Instead, that 4 page long attention span translates to a 4 row attention span when knitting. My brain is muddled. I started that new sweater four different times, and now the sweater is in time out. My fallback project is a repeat of the Basketweave sweater I already knit in red. This time it’s in purple. No matter…..either way I end up with a lovely new hand knit.
I thought….I thought…I thought. The truth is, I keep thinking. I’m still mending; there’s no rush. There is so much happening under the surface that I can’t see, but it all seems to be good. I feel a need for a new sense of purposefulness, but I also feel a need to just enjoy the journey. Can’t these be mutually compatible goals?