Yesterday, for the first time since I injured my knee, I woke up early, walked the dog and worked out. Later I went swimming, walked the dog again, baked in the sun, caught up with two friends, and eventually wrapped up the day icing my knee while streaming a TV show.
It felt great to be getting back to normal after 6 days of involuntary inactivity.
When I entered the date in my workout log, I realized it had been 6 days since my last “normal day”.
What happened to the last 6 days? In my head they are all a blur. It’s as if I was was blacking in and out on a drunken bender the entire time.
I remember snatches of tossing and turning in pain several nights. I remember drawing a lot. I remember laying around and sleeping away hours of every day. I remember feeling sorry for myself and wondering if it was ever going to get better.
I’m glad I don’t have vivid memories of those 6 days. Because I know they sucked. It’s fine with me that they are missed time.