Today, August 8, I am officially “back to work.” Be it that I work from home and that it’s still summer season for the cultural sector I don’t have a ton of stuff to get back to (for which I am really grateful). But I feel the quiet rumblings of a busy fall soon upon me.
I know I wrote in my previous post that I would take the two weeks for convalescence and then follow that by just taking time off. That timeline came from the hospital who claimed that most people go back to work after two weeks. Um… good thing I didn’t have a job to go back to because almost five weeks later and I’m still not functioning at full speed. Yes, I can do the normal things we (modern) humans do: answer an email, make a salad, do an errand, have a conversation, take a walk (albeit, still a fairly short one) but my concentration is pretty limited and my brain is doing funny things. And my body… is still feeling the strange pulling and re-settling sensations that I guess come from things having been poked around in there (and removed). I hear the anesthetic can take a while to fully leave your system too.
So that got me thinking about the pressure we are so often under to be on it. All the time. To bounce back. And in no time at all. It’s taking me way more time than that. I’m just really glad I have that time to take.
The Sanctimonious Sect of Nothing Is Sacred 