Sister, I STILL love your guts.
This is me two weeks post-op, one week since discharge. I pulled off all the bandages today and there it is, my scar, completely exposed.
The body is an amazing thing. Two weeks ago I was still in surgery. One week ago I was packing up to go home. I got tired after walking for 5 minutes. I could barely eat a plate of food in one sitting.
But last night I stood for about 2 hours straight to attend a concert. I walked about 10 blocks to get there. I eat all the time (thanks to boredom and an increased appetite). My Mom was right when she told me by two weeks I would really feel the healing taking place.
The biggest thing I need to work on is managing stress, learning to see my life occurring as one day at a time. A couple days ago my body wasn’t doing exactly what the surgeon said it would and I spent the night wondering whether I was back in a flare-up already. I can’t do that. I can’t let every cramp, every pain, every off-day cause anxiety and fear.
All we can do is our very best and right now my very best is living one day at a time.
(Source: duuuhthatshitcray)
