Accepting Your Limits
NOTE: Okay, so most of the people who know me personally are giggling at that tagline about accepting your limits. It isn’t something that I’m known for. In fact, I generally am always railing against my boundaries and pushing as hard as I can. But I have learned at least a little during this recovery. Other people further along this path can laugh at my baby steps as well. But baby steps are important. So here are mine.
I had full knee replacement surgery done about seven weeks ago, now. The recovery has been a process, more so than I originally appreciated.
Due to my hormonal journey, I’ve always thought of myself as someone with chronic illness. I’ve always felt justified in that because I never had good weeks, that is, fourteen good days in a row. I was lucky to get ten, maybe twelve days. But never two whole weeks of being able to do what I wanted during a day. My health was always placing limitations on my ability to work and focus.
The good news is that this past summer, even with all the insanity of everything I was doing, I was getting better. I was finally able to have good weeks. Maybe not a full good month, but edging toward that territory.
Then I had surgery. And I’m right back into that assessment that you go through every morning if you have some sort of illness: waking up and judging…
