I drove for the first time since my surgery today. I found that I was getting more and more bored and also frustrated beyond what I can fully describe. I tried a few different things. Finally I stepped outside to go get the mail and felt as though I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, “I want my life back!” I felt so out of control. So when I got back I looked at Mom and Dad and said, “Let’s go to O.” So we headed out to my place of employment to see how things have been going.
They really miss me. That felt good. And I just got to hang out with Todd and John for a while and catch up on all that has been going on since I left. I miss them too. Believe it or not, I am excited to be going back soon. Anyway, I feel more like myself tonight.
Going thru surgery is tough. Not only does your body have to heal from the major invasion, your mind has to re-find its shape; your heart has to rewrite its drive, and you have to accept that you are a little bit different than before you went in.