One Week Out

Yesterday was one week out of hospital. I remind myself that I am recovering from a major injury, a surgery, and a 5 month stay in hospital on a recovery ward.

I tire easily, I require lots of rest. I’m in pain.

I want to accomplish all my goals immediately.

I have accessed my car through all the doors in this place, so I have options, and even taken a drive to a neighbouring town. My world is getting bigger.

I have prepared all my meals and coffee.

I have done my daily physio exercise.

I have gotten groceries through delivery services, and when I am stronger I plan to shop simply for the exercise of it.

Returning to the gym is on the list.

I am going out for coffee with Brenda from up the hall today and doing laundry tomorrow.

My four wheel walker rolling chair is my new best friend.

My finances have been revamped so that my life is more comfortable, as Patrick O’Brian said, “freedom from the continual anxiety that runs through ordinary people’s life — loss of employ, loss of customers, even loss of liberty.”

The experts say I’m doing well.

This proves that feelings aren’t facts.