The Slog of Recovery

It's week 3 after surgery. Week one was just about getting through it better than surgery #1. Success. Week 2 began and the realization that, yes, this is easier than last time, but that doesn't mean it's easy. At all. And the realization that I'd be living with pain for some time was ... realized.  Week 3, and I'm tired of all the food I cooked, I'm tired of the dull pain, even though it is not as painful as week 1, but not gone, and sure to stay for another couple week. And now, we begin the long slog of physical therapy for the next weeks and months. Slow, steady progress. Ebb and flow of pain, sometimes gone, sometimes back. And the charcuterie board of pain flavors, from stabbing, to lightning to electric storm, to bone deep, to tight band, to fatigue and exhaustion. So that's where I'm at.