What a difference. I don't even remember last weekend. Today I set a record for getting in the shower and getting dressed: 9:30 a.m. Once I got home from the hospital, my daily goal was to make that happen sometime - anytime - and many days it didn't happen until around 6:00 in the evening.Perspective: I'm still on crutches, getting in and out of the shower is like stepping across some giant crevasse, and I move at glacier-like speed. But, hey, I'll take it. Another bit of perspective: I did some work tasks online this morning and I'm definitely not operating at my best. The biggest task was writing and building a simple e-mail to be sent to a radio station database. Once it's built, it needs to be dumped into the system to cue up for Monday morning delivery. The idea is to build it once, check it for errors, then put it into the system. I did this three times, spotting and fixing errors along the way, but then finding another problem once the e-mail had been dumped into the cue. Spelling errors, syntax problems, even a problem in a simple graphic. And each time, I'd error-checked the product "thoroughly," only detecting the misstep after the e-mail was set to go. The last problem was mistyping the word "Monday" for what was supposed to have been "money." So... something that should have taken 15 minutes took more than an hour. And, honestly, I wouldn't be shocked if further revisions were needed. I'll check again - probably tomorrow.
I'm telling this story to point out that you can't rush back, can't trust yourself on pain medication, and you certainly need to adjust your expectations for just about everything you do. I expect this will be the case for some time to come.
Again, though, the big picture is good. A week ago I couldn't get out of bed without assistance and a lot of agony. Now I'm trying to do my job - albeit it in small steps, from home, at super-slow motion, and far from my normal speed and accuracy.
I'll take it.
