Breathe and remember who the fuck you are

 It's been a bit since I have posted. So much has been going on. I am three months post surgery. I am doing really well. Mild pain but I am able to tolerate it without medication. I have begun my immunotherapy treatment and I get mildly sick from that but aside from that there haven't been any side effects. I've gone back to work. Been back for a few weeks now. I am only working part time which is good. I needed to get back to work. I was losing my damn mind staying home all the time. My mind can be a terrible place to live in sometimes. Especially when I have been home for so long and am feeling relatively well. I try to get out every day and exercise. I do pretty well with that. I am up to about 2 1/2 miles a day. Which is really good. I don't tire like I use to when I first started out. I remember when I first started exercising again after surgery that I could barely make it three houses. Now I am managing to go miles. I know that I still have a long ways to go before I am 100% but I feel that I am doing really well. 

One of the frustrations I am still having is that I feel coddled a lot. I have such strict stipulations at work and even with my family and friends everyone seems to think I shouldn't do this or that. I want to be 100% and the old me. I know that is going to take time. A lot of time. It's not going to change quickly. What I've gone through is a lot. I just wish that people would understand that I have to start doing more so that I am regaining that strength. I can admit that there are some things that I still struggle with. I know my limitations. I just wish other people would realize that I know what my body can and can't handle.

I was suppose to have a follow up with one of my surgeons tomorrow and treatment on Friday but some of my family have tested positive for covid so those have been canceled and I get the joy of going in for a covid test. Not exactly the most pleasant experience. I'd rather be safe than sorry though. So in the meantime I've been working from home while I wait for the results. Working from home isn't all that bad. I get to watch christmas movies and hang with the dogs. 

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