After four and one half weeks of recovery and hearing, “Just be patient, it's going to take time for you to get back your endurance, your energy, etc.,” I'm sick of this. Although I feel my recovery is not only on schedule but even ahead of schedule (stay tuned for a big announcement tomorrow), I have to admit I'm growing more and more impatient with each passing day.
Patience is a virtue...get me a bucket! I'm doing everything I have been told to do but the incisions still hurt, I still tire easily even though I take several naps daily, and if I sit for long periods of time I feel pains in places I didn't even know I had before the surgery.
I have never had an extended illness, nor have I had surgery, and I've always been a quick healer. Intellectually I understand the trauma my body has experienced, but emotionally I just want this all behind me.
Yesterday I tried to put in a full day at the office...made it from 7:00am until about 3:00pm before I had to give up and head home to the couch upon which I've been living for the past month. Today is slightly less ambitious with plans to be here from 8:00am until about 2:00pm...but there is so little to do at home.
Thanks to the internet, I can stay in touch with business partners and activities from my couch...but it's just not the same. I play well with others; alone, I'm a mess.
Patience is a virtue because it's so damn difficult, and that's one of the greatest challenges as we recover from our chosen treatment. We have to give our bodies the opportunity to renew. Be good to yourselves and (buckets up) “be patient.”
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