Ahh. Recovery. A time when you are supposed to enjoy lounging around, having everyone around you be your personal servant and slave while you eat chocolate and take long, luxurious naps.
Reality is quite different.
I've had some good days and some bad days. Yesterday was a bad day. I felt like I'd taken an entire leap backwards in my recovery process. I was in pain, was shuffling around, and most definitely did not get out for my daily walk.
I think this was because I overdid it the day before.
Weeks 3 and 4 (I'm on week 3) are supposed to be the most difficult recovery weeks for hysterectomy patients because we feel like doing more, but our bodies have other ideas. Therefore, we usually do end up doing more and overdoing it.
Thus landing us back in bed, flat on our backs.
So today, I'm practicing patience. I'm moving slow. I'm reclining in bed and allowing my body to heal. After all, I only get one shot at this. I better make it count!