The coming days are all about rest, ice, elevate, move, eat, sleep, medicate repeat, repeat, repeat. The distance walked gradually increases as does the time between meds until they hopefully cease altogether. For me, doing this solo is where I keep my eyes on the prize of getting my life back. This is vital. Some days are more challenging than others like when you fancy eating something you don’t have, and can’t yet get, or the absolute monotony of it all kicks in despite lots of available hobbies, pastimes and box sets, or the post op blues creep in uninvited and unwarranted. All normal I know; the slog back to normality is underway.
I checked back on my thread last year and it’s similar; too much thinking time allows old griefs and memories to surface, not enough company to distract, and the loss of joy through spontaneity.
This will all come, and it’s back on the patience pills for me.