Time is such a fleeting thing. I remember when I was younger and it seemed like a year dragged on for a lifetime. Now, a year seems like it’s barely there before we are starting a new one. It’s exhilarating and exhausting.
I don’t even know what happened to 2016… especially the last half of it. I’m happy we are finally settled in our new home and we don’t ever have to go through that process again (at least, if I can help it, we won’t).
I wasn’t planning on surgery as part of the deal in 2016, but sometimes life and our bodies have other plans for us. Everyone keeps telling me to “give it time” and to “be patient” but I really just want to get back to my life, you know? I’ve never been very patient with the whole healing process.
I’ve had surgery before, but this one seems like it’s one of the bigger, more daunting ones, so I haven’t been able to bounce back as quickly as I would have hoped.
I went to my nephew’s first birthday party on Saturday and when I saw him, I went to pick him up so I could give him loves from his Aunt… I completely forgot that I’m not supposed to lift anything over… is it ten pounds? I thought that was highly ridiculous until I was only able to lift Brody about 2 inches off the ground before I handed him off to my daughter. Yeah, I guess they really mean it when they say don’t lift anything.
My Fiance is constantly upset with me (not really) about how much I’m doing. He’s been a real gem through this whole thing and I appreciate him more and more every day.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that time will come and go at whatever pace it chooses, but all we can do is enjoy the moments while they last. I’m not enjoying the recovery process at all, but I suppose it will go better for me if I at least learn to accept it and breath through it, rather than fighting my way through, kicking and screaming.