That's what the doctor said at week five. He said I'd be back to normal before I knew it and it would feel like a "blip in time." Now I'm saying, "Like Hell!" I'm coming up to week 11 and I am NOT back to normal. Last week, I was all brave, and determined and with gusto, walking up those flights of stairs with my walker trying to impress a potential real estate client (who still hasn't hired me or returned my phone calls, thank you very much!)
That was sooooo last week. This week I'm walking with a cane, and paying the price. My right leg is throbbing regularly, and most of my other body parts are sore from overcompensating. And my old pal, Impatience has come to call. I know her well, and I haven't missed her. It's been nice not having her around on a regular basis (like when I'm really busy and stressed out while working for a living). But this morning, I woke up and Impatience was back, screaming in my head: "I'm frustrated, angry, and tired of hobbling around! No more Miss Nice Girl! Everyone says I've been handling this situation so well. Well Bullsh-t, I'm sick of it!! I want to walk without a cane!!! I want to run!! I want all of my energy back and I want and need to make some money. I'm tired of this so called "life of leisure." I'm tired of laying around!"
My friend Brian said, "You're not yourself today. Where's my Holly?"
Steve said, "A mood has you. Stop talking with that potty mouth, you sound like white trash."
Because all I could do all day today was cuss! "F this" and "F that". "Where is my F--king book?" "Where did I put the G--Damn, Mother F--cking paper I need?" "I am so F--king pissed." (I read a scientific article recently that stated that cussing helps to alleviate pain. And damn it, I believe it!)
Now I lay me down to sleep. Tomorrow is another day. A Blip in Time????? My Ass.