I’m at that stage of recovery now where I feel normal enough of the time that I become frustrated when I can’t do normal things. Going to Mom and Dad’s yesterday for dinner (a drive of < 10 minutes, a couple of hours with family) was profoundly exhausting.
As my surgeon said pre-op, after about two weeks I'll be able to resume my normal activities, but on a very limited basis. Boy do I know what he means. It's one thing to be wired into a hospital bed like Leonardo's man — I had no problem recognizing my limitations there. It's another to be wandering around vaguely bored wishing I could get in my car and drive across town.
Had a phone call from the insurance company Friday. A nurse, doing case management, who wanted to go over everything from the top. I spent about an hour talking to her. Afterwards
In my case, all the cats are well out of the bag, but in a world of for-profit health insurance providers, it’s hard to trust my carrier to take proper care of me now that I have become huge loss leader for them. The bills are already rolling in, and trust me, this is going to be an “oh wow.”
Still, I mend, and my future has been restored to me.