Day 6 of my recovery and I wouldn’t say it has been all smooth sailing. Of course, there are bumps in the road, emotional breakdowns, and a complete embrace of a shower chair (long story). With that being said, I am navigating the recovery process with as much patience as possible.
Like a convict on home incarceration, I am home bound for the next two weeks. So funny, that we all wish for a break in the busyness of life, but when it is delivered, we seem to have conditions. I have found comfort in my new shower chair, which I will say right now, may be a regular accessory. Who doesn’t want to sit and shower? That just takes the experience to a whole new level. Lazy meets good hygiene.
I am wildly aware of my imperfections while coveting this much downtime. They are bright and taunt me as I try to maintain a level of balance. My to-do list is a mix of exercises for my knee sprinkled with work related items. I am easily bored and can whine like an spoiled toddler. I am tired and warrant frequent naps.
Recovering is exhausting as it an emotional, physical, and a spiritual journey. All three elements much be utilized in order to heal. I always imagined that I would be this model patient full of rainbows and sunshine, but what I have found is that I am human. Bitchy, moody, and sometimes certifiable, I am who I am. The only thing I can do is embrace my humanness.