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Well, it's not a shocker to anyone: down time and I are NOT friends. Nowhere in my DNA did God program idleness. I am a consumer of information, a story teller, a creator, a socializer, a deviser of strategies and a communicator. I'm on day three of a six-week, post-operative recovery and I'm already going bonkers mentally.
Physically I am completely incapable of functioning, of course. The dizziness prevents me from getting up much and the nausea prevents me from reading, looking at a screen or focusing on anything for too long. Conversations are hard to maintain because I can fall asleep at any given moment and the person speaking sounds very loud and overwhelming. I took the suggested slow ten minute walk this morning and THAT was my major accomplishment for the day. There my activity began and ended! Although my insides were faced with a roto-rooter-slash-heat gun-slash Edward Scissorhands experience and I am indeed in significant pain, I was certainly correct in assuming that the whole "rest" thing would be the greatest challenge of this experience.
My nurse told me I was supposed to feel like I got hit by a truck and my doctor encouraged me that I was doing everything that was expected of me, so there are two medical confirmations that I am behaving. It took countless naps today to get to the point where I could write this. Go me. Hopefully I will soon feel well enough to be able to at least stimulate my mind in non-stressful, expressive and artistic ways, while also resting physically. Until then, I'm slamming back the fruits, vegetables, water, ginger and peppermint tea trying to dig myself out of this invalid misery.
Of course, I am showered with love, flowers, cards, encouragement, flat out demands that I rest, and help by way of meals and the like. Clearly, I am not the only one not surprised by my number one recovery challenge. I've always said it takes a team to keep me going, but apparently it takes an even bigger (and more aggressive) team to slow me down! I guess it can be said that this is yet another season where my friends are contributing a few more patches to my quilt of life. No matter how long it takes me to fully recover, I can always look back and realize just how much more they have woven beauty into my present and my future.