The surgeon originally told me that I could not go back to work at the greenhouse, ride bike, or play basketball for three months. That stunned me. I ride bike daily for my physical and spiritual health, how could I not ride for three months? Not work for three months, where was our income going to come from? Three months stunned me.
Three months occurs one day at a time. I am choosing not to focus on three months but on one day at a time. Due to the pain meds two days ago, I had the worst constipation I ever had - excruciating. I survived that day. I read my laxative box more clearly in the morning, I followed the instructions, and that totally cleaned me out. By the end of the day I was wiped out. If I was focusing on three months of this, I would be in deep despair.
I am taking one day at a time. Today I was allowed to take off the gauze and patch that covered my incision. I had my first shower since the day of my operation. So far, I used only a Tylenol and not my oxycodon. The pain seems to have somewhat subsided. I am thankful. I am even able to type a blog today.
I don't know what each day will hold over the next three months. I am resolved to take my recovery, and all of life, one day at a time. That's all I can truly handle. I'll let God take care of the rest.