A few weeks have passed since I last wrote anything. A month of recovery that has been more difficult than I envisioned. I imagine some people have an easier time recovering from surgery than others. I am not one of the others.
Do we really want to hear the down-side of some other person’s life? It’s always easier for us to hear that things are going well. That’s just our nature. I’ve wanted to post some updates over the past month, but I felt they would have just been too depressing to write.
My recovery has been difficult. I expect more out of myself and my recovery. Each day has been a frustrating experience. The simple things in life become extraordinary feats of human agility. Bathing. Eating. Coughing. Walking. Sleeping. Carrying on a conversation for more than a few minutes ends in exhaustion. Even using the restroom becomes a monumental accomplishment.
Perhaps I've crossed the first hump; this is the first week I’ve started to feel like an able bodied person again. I left the house for the first time in over a month and ran some errand with Sadi. And the next night I was able to have dinner with our friends Rick & Rhonda who took us out to eat at Speedy Gonzalez's Mexican Grill & Cantina. Hooray for me!
Thanks for listening.