Up and down, up and down. Did so much this week--gardening and long walks and swimming and treadmill climbs---and today I woke up feeling completely exhausted. Ha. No surprise, but it's humbling to realize that I'm still healing, that my body is in charge, not my brain. I'd also started trying to get back to a sort of diet and that was a no-go, too. Healing seems to take a lot of energy!
The good news is that I'm really weaning off the vicodin and haven't even been using Tylenol. Right girl gets twinge-y at night especially, but that's all that remains. The swelling is remarkably better, too.
Next week, I'm heading out for a writer's retreat at Lake Tahoe, where my good walking buddy will be. Not sure how it will be walking on sand, but there are many other walks if it gets too hard. I suspect it will be fine, and I haven't seen her since before the first surgery, when I was really hurting and couldn't do the things I did before, so it will be wonderful to be whole and present again.