Healing is humbling, and patience is not a virtue of mine. (*sigh*)
I am 4 weeks post-op, and while I have made serious progress over the past month recovery is still ongoing. Physically my body is not where it was. I went from running 21 km and training for distance races to barely being able to walk the dog and wash the dishes on the same day. It has been a truly humbling experience. I am battling to rebuild my strength and increase my energy levels. Everyday I feel like a work in progress.
As I flipped the calendar next to my desk signifying a shift from March to April - I can't help thinking...
"Where did that month go?"
Oh yeah, that month was spent on the couch as the reigning princess of slugdom. I am well verse in all things reality TV. I have memorized the daily line up for my favourite channels - like TLC, Slice, MTV, and OWN. I have probably read every magazine on the newsstand for March. I have had the chance to read several books, and had a few visits from friends and family, but have accomplished little else.
I admit that I was probably a bit naive - maybe even a little arrogant - when I thought about my recovery. All of my doctors had said it would be 8-12 weeks. So to be fair they really did warn me. But I was confident that this timeline did not apply to me. I am young. I am healthy. I went into surgery probably in the best physical shape of my life. So recouping was going to be a breeze! I thought...
"4 weeks and I will probably be doing Pilates and hiking regularly with the dog."
Well it has been 4 weeks, and I am no where near ready to hit a Pilates class or lace up my sneakers. I still can't stand up straight or reach any of dishes on the high shelves. Walking the dog - though he may be small - is still difficult. And I am slowly realizing I probably have at least another month of recovery to go.
It pains me to write this, but patience is a virtue. And while it is a virtue my type-A self does not naturally possess, it is one I am going to have to work on.
Love your Favourite Darwinian Fail,