The most frustrating thing about recovery seems to be the time it takes. My lack of endurance amazes me as I have to stop so frequently to rest...but, rest from what?
The days are filled with time on the couch intersperced with naps and brief periods at the table eating while thinking how much I'd like to be back on the couch.
In addition to the surgical incisions, one can feel things happening within, and bleeding continues to remind me of the intrusion suffered.
Little to no pain to speak of...and I have experienced none of the expected incontinence (hard to be pissed off about that!). The nightly Viagra treatment produces the expected results indicating, to this medical novice, encouraging signs the nerve sparing surgery has been successful.
Increased walking each day and short trips to the store point to slow but continued progress...so, I'll rest, then rest more, and be satisfied with life at a much slower pace. But I have to be honest, I can't wait until Jan. 15 when I'll be OK'd to return to running (that ought to be a sight...my leg muscles have already atrophied to a great degree).
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