In many ways, I feel like I’ve been AWOL these last four months – emotionally, intellectually and physically. I say 4 months, but it is more like 6 when I add in the lead-up to my surgery. For the last 2 months, I've had a new Physical Therapist (PT) and she has helped me tremendously. This new PT, coupled with time, has resulted in me being as close to normal as I've been for a while. I can once again do my volunteer work and concentrate. My stamina and ability to get around quickly and confidently is still not 100% -- thus preventing me from attending some events and meetings.
I have done everything in my power -- new PT & extended hours, exercise at home, pool time at the swim center and now at my community pool -- to speed my recovery. We even bought a new car (SUV) to ease my discomfort entering and especially exiting a vehicle. In spite of that, my recovery has taken much longer than I anticipated. I plan to continue with my PT at least thru June and see what she says. Also, I am committed to routine daily exercise and I am considering working with a personal trainer for a few days a week.
Frankly, I'm writing this, to make myself feel better. I feel bad that I’ve been short-tempered & irritable with my endlessly patient husband (& no doubt others) and not able to carry through on some things I had committed to earlier this year. It’s difficult to lose the (misguided) belief that you’re in control and able to do all the things you are used to doing.
As I follow friends on FB and socialize, I see that many (friends & their spouses) are dealing with issues far worse than mine. I realize that I am lucky to have had a “fixable” condition and access to excellent healthcare. I am grateful.
I'm just saying…
