I thought it would all happen more quickly than this. I thought if I had no complications, then I would just heal.
I thought that "three days in the hospital and two weeks puttering at home" meant that by the start of the third week I would be running errands, writing, going for walks and yoga and that I would be putting this behind me.
It's not happening that way.
I am healing.
I'm just not very patient.
My head still hurts. Sometimes a lot.
I am more tired than I could have imagined.
I still feel stoned, even when I have taken nothing for the pain. My brain is just not working properly.
And my fingers don't seem to want to type what my brain tells them.
It has been three weeks since my surgery and it really doesn't feel like it was very long ago at all.
Except that I'm less patient now.
Which is probably a sign that I'm healing.
I'll get there. Of course I will.
Today, I just wish it were easier.