Surgery Aftermath

I've made great strides in recovery this past week. The Food Fairies made sure I didn't need to worry about coming up with something to eat for dinner each night, so all I had to do was work on healing.

The first few days home, I walked Sylvester around just one block - and even that was a stretch for my sore legs. Wednesday, I decided it was time to live a little closer to the edge, and walked him around two (!!2!!) blocks. I was exhausted when I got home, but no more sore, so I counted it as a win. Friday, we went back to our normal half-mile morning and evening walks, with the same results. The effort wears me out, but doesn't make things hurt.

You can tell how exciting my week has been, because those are the high points.

They tell me it takes energy to heal, and at this point, I believe them. I have all the energy reserves of a sidewalk puddle in the sunlight. 

Still, I grow weary of being weary. I gave it a WHOLE WEEK! You'd think I'd be better by now!

Only gentle exercises can be done - no sweating allowed - for another week. Then, I'm hoping I can talk the docs into letting me go back to some gentle yoga classes. I am growing restless and I miss seeing people. 

It'll be two weeks after that before I'm going to be able to ease back into my regular workout routine. Sure would hate to go through all this pain only to mess up the doc's good work with my impatience. (From his notes he found several spots carrying a "heavy scar burden", and took out the tissue. His words give me hope - perhaps my shoulder will give me much less trouble going forward.)

To keep myself busy, I've been doing some low-energy projects. The flower beds are cleared of the baby weeds it takes little effort to pull. I actually enjoyed this part - sitting quietly in the cool air, digging my fingers into the dirt, thinking not much of anything at all. 

I've also been taking baby steps on some long-procrastinated-on, but low-energy projects. All right, team! Ready to clear out old files? You know I'll be happier (or, at least better organized) if I get some of this stuff done! True, but, *sigh*

Clearly, it's time to take some drastic measures. Puzzles and Prosecco (minus the prosecco - alcohol and healing are not bosom companions), here I come! 

One step at a time.