Day 5 post-op has not been kind. I’ve developed the inability to keep any food down and it’s a miserable feeling. I spent the day alternating between flopping on the couch and spending quality time on the bathroom floor.
Looking back, I think I overestimated my ability to bounce back after surgery. While googling, I only focused on the stories of fast, easy recovery and paid no heed to countless stories of those who took several weeks to feel normal again.
So, commence pity party. And shame that I’m not one of the speed healers. And enter that irritating seed of self doubt that’s creeping into my head. What if I can’t get it together in time for the race? What if I fail? Why can’t I be kind to myself? I had an organ ripped out of my body, for heaven’s sake.
Day 5. Not a good one.