It’s been a while now. Lot’s going on.
I’m having trouble managing the pain, and getting out to recover. Very annoying. Ideally, I’d see steady progress, but what happening is a bit different.I’m not eating enough, sleeping a bunch, and not feeling much progress. Goals are difficult, as I seem to seem short each day (1 walk instead of two, etc, 15 min insted of 20). I’m not eating enough (I think).
We had a mess the other day when I ended up back at Harborview, owing to communication issues. It’s discouraging. What’s missing is a feeling of confidence and certainty over what’s ahead for me. That’s difficult because I’m not sure.
In the running world, what’s needed in a situation like this is a steady ration of goals ahead of me. What I’ve been seeing isn’t enough.
This morning, I was feeling down about this. I’d moped to Kris about my progress, and was feeling pretty sad. Then my daughter asked about what my half-shaven head had looked like in the hospital, so Kris retrieved a picture from the ‘early days’.
Wow. Believe it or not, it might have been what I needed for a shot of patience. Rachel had no idea what my tears were about :).