I’ve been home a full week now. Feels both like five seconds and five months. I’ve been doing a significant amount of sleeping, and mixing that up with physical therapy, and of course some quality time on the CPM machine.
I keep wanting to come here and say how fabulously well my recovery is going, as if all I can post is good news. Where that idea came from, I have no idea. So I’ve stayed away all week. Truth is, my recovery is going well, but “fabulously” would definitely be an overstatement. I started my “for real” physical therapy on Monday… and cried through the entire session! It was hard to think about having to survive weeks of that. I like my therapist very much, and I know the exercises she makes me do are important and helpful, but the pain that first day was overwhelming! She was back on Tuesday for round 2, and it went much better than the first day. No tears! And each day has been the same — pushing and pushing just a little beyond what I think is my limit, but no tears and some real progress.
The one thing that has made it possible for me to get through any of this is my sister’s presence. Fox has been a wonderful caretaker — making sure I eat, making sure I drink enough water, creating a schedule for my medications. Unfortunately, she can’t stay for the whole of my leave from work.
We’ve both been annoyed this week because we wanted to be writing and we weren’t. I’d pick up a pen and the next moment I’d be picking my head up off the notebook. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve drifted off while writing this post! Today, Fox started working on a story. I’m hoping the start of her writing will trigger a start for me.
As for my Aruns, that part of my brain seems to be shut down. Maybe I’ll find a way to write one tomorrow.
And no, I couldn’t resist the easy YouTube link: