Fall Harvest Moon
This hanging in between, between the trauma of the operation and a recovered back to normal state, has begun to wear on me. Already. I’ve forced myself, as I said below, to go slow, rest. Now that the pain has almost totally subsided, that’s not so easy. When there was an ouch or two or more to deal with, I reached into the reserve we all carry for those things and pushed through it.
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In the time while I’m still vulnerable to undoing the repair that has been done and beyond the pain, this time, my guard goes down. Fatigue and unrealistic expectations begin to set in. I remember this from my Achilles repair, too. As I got closer to the end of the two months in a cast and on crutches, my desire to throw them away, cut off the cast and get on with it was extreme.
The main effect I see now is mental. I’m physically fatigued and my body still has work to do on integrating that mesh which leaves my mental acuity less than I need. Latin just seems too hard.
