Hi. The pain from surgery is heavy still and I think it will become my long-term companion. Surely, physical rehabilitation was meant for younger folks. I walked with the walker 100 feet up the small hill to the corner and back to the house this morning. I am making it a three-times-daily event.
A dip in the ocean is a long way off; I have yet to hit the shower since surgery. Tomorrow is shower day. Staples were removed yesterday. Wound healing well. I can get in/out of bed much easier now.
My doctor's instructions are walk, walk, walk. OK, OK, OK.
There has to be a goal of some sort to energize the soul. Mine is the swim, even though I don't know whether I'll fully swim again. I can see myself in the water but swimming a smooth crawl stroke may be beyond my body's future abilities. A bad neck, one bad shoulder, and waiting for this back to return to use fill my plate, but I can make adjustments.
For now I'll do my little exercises and plan for slow, steady progress. This will lead me downstream toward the beach.
"The first time you quit is the last time you try."