Recovery

There's probably a 12 year old post somewhere in this blog about recovering from surgery.

Recovery is not linear. It does not follow a clean, specific trajectory. It does not hit milestonesright when they're due.

Yesterday was a good day; I got up, came downstairs and sat on the couch to watch football. I held and played with Inferno, our leopard gecko. I got out of the house and walked to that mailbox.

I'm trying to be cognizant to NOT overdo it. Today I got up, came downstairs and made my own cup of coffee. "Played" a game of Spite and Malice (card game)(in quotes because I got WHUPPED!). Sat on the couch, but got up occasionally. Ordered my books for next semester. 

Now 5:15p and I'm totally wiped out. I've got NOTHING left. "It's a marathon, not a sprint" and all those other adages and clichés. And right now I am hitting a WALL.