The morning after my surgery, I was afraid to sit up.
That afternoon, I was afraid to stand up.
The next day, I was afraid to go home.
Once home, I was afraid to do things like get out of bed on my own, stand up, and walk around the house.
Last Friday, I was nervous about getting back into a car for my post-op appointment.
Today, I was afraid to be by myself.
Why was I afraid? Probably because sometimes things hurt. And there's the possibility that something can go wrong. But facing these little pains and fears along the way have helped me to heal and get stronger. It's crazy that this is sort of the rule of human nature, don't you think? In order to grow as a person, you have to push yourself beyond your comfort zone and do things that are difficult and sometimes painful.
Today I ... kind of ... went back to work! That is, I worked remotely from home, which I've never officially done before. I was surprised about how much work I was able to do! There were almost no interruptions (except for the occasional cat walking over my keyboard) and it was nice and quiet so I could concentrate. I pooped out earlier than I hoped but that is the nature of pain meds.
E finished serving her time in cellblock Heehoos today. She gave the house a final cleaning (I've had more laundry done in these two weeks than I do in six months. I've rotated about two favorite t-shirts cause they were always clean every other day, lol), did a grocery run and headed out into the wide world to join the human race again. Tonight will be my first night without someone watching over me since coming home. It feels so weird!
I suppose I'm not completely without supervision. Whenever I have food within 3 feet of me, I am under intense supervision of three weiner dogs and a cat.
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