I’m 10 weeks post op from my hernia surgery. It’s hard to believe I lived with this, worried about it and even weighed suicide vs. surgery for 9 months.
I’m not 100% recovered. I still have some achy pain in the scar area at times. It’s rarely bad enough to even need an Advil.
As for activity, I’m back to full intensity workouts. If anything, I think I may be performing even better now because I am more conscious of core activation, breathing and abdominal pressure.
It was just a few weeks ago during my first month post-op when I couldn’t lift my leg 6 inches or bend over without pain so I’m thrilled and grateful for where I am today.
I’m weary of Covid-19. Although the social distancing guidelines only minimally impact my daily life, I never expected life would become a constant bombardment of virus facts, figures and speculation 24×7.
Occasionally I worry about it. But not much. Mostly I am frustrated by the inability to do what I want, when I want, and how I want.
I do miss closer interaction with other humans though. The 6 foot rule, face masks and general pandemic fear has made my limited social interactions even less social.
I’ve been swimming daily for the past two weeks. It has been fantastic. I expect that this is where I’ll catch Covid – especially in the fall or winter when the pool enclosure rolls down the doors and becomes a giant steam bath of breathing human virus spreaders.
Still painting. Still drumming. Still walking the dogs a lot.
It’s been super hot and humid for a few weeks now – high 90s to 100s every day.
I like the heat, but this is a bit extreme even for me.
Had a series of bites on my calf that hadn’t gotten better for two months. This turned into a Lyme disease scare but now after a week of antibiotics and a week of cream, the doctor thinks it was ringworm. It’s finally healing after several months.