I went back to work about two weeks ago. And quickly realized it was too soon. Ouch. I had jumped the gun in my eagerness to act like everything was normal, and that I could be strong.
Part of the problem was that my first day back involved a long flight in an uncomfortable plane seat to Las Vegas for some client work. The flight plus the long walks necessitated by the sprawling Vegas casino where my work commitments were brought the post-op pain roaring back and I was so, so tired.
(I should have rented a Jazzy. In Vegas, no one would have noticed.)
When I got back to NYC the next day, I emailed Dr. S who made me schedule an appointment. He wanted to make sure that I hadn't given myself a hernia (I did not fortunately). After the exam, he reminded me that my surgery wasn't minor. I felt a little better about not acing the first challenge.
I took some more time to rest. It felt like surrendering but after a few days, I felt better. So much better! And then, somehow, I caught a lousy upper respiratory infection. Because life is like that.
Recovery has been more like a series of plateaus than a steady line of ongoing improvement, but I'm getting there.
I am excited to be working again and I look forward to resuming a 'normal' social life (because OMG I am the most boring person I know). It's time to scale back on Law & Order reruns from 2001, at least for a little while.
And I'm just about ready to dive back into the business travel world too--albeit with my tiniest suitcase. Dallas, TX and Mobile, AL, you're up next.