Dinner table talk at a surgeon’s home is something. ‘Buckets of blood today; a real bleeder. Had to cut through mounds of nasty flesh to get down to the bone today; all that extra smelled like a@@ too. Pass the chicken gravy back over here please will ya son?’
Why as an educated and informed patient do I spend even a spare second thinking about it is beyond me. It’s not worry or probably even concern. It’s probably more about the unknown; exactly what will I feel like the first time I put pressure on it, how long before I can spin a full circle, how long before basic yoga can be practiced. Consistent with many things the unknown can be more troubling than the event.
I continue setting mental goals…..do this by then, do these things that many times by then…..beat so-n-so by this event, sign up for such-n-such an event. I think that’s the right thing to do; I don’t believe that’s denial around the effort to get there. I’ve talked this until I’m getting tired of it; in fact almost to the point of intentionally redirecting conversation simply to not need to repeat. On the other hand I cannot help myself from mapping out points, markers, milestones. It’s not even an option, in my opinion, to not attain the degree of activity to which I’ve grown accustomed over the last 14+ years. I’m sure I’ll have more to say in the next 11 days. Maybe to show as well!
wag more, bark less
AniMal