Another transition. Another step “in the right direction.” Or is it? Who knows at this point. I’m exercising, which is good. But that also means I’ve transitioned to my regular garment. My leg, however, does not appear to have transitioned with me. It feels huge, it looks bigger, everything feels tight in my garment.
And so I say… Here. We. Go. Again.
As I write this I realize that my last few posts have been rather “ranty”... it’s because I am ranting. I’m ranting because though I’m thankful that I was able to have surgery, I’m annoyed by how inaccurately my expectations were set. I’m frustrated by the glacial-like pace of recovery… of the progression of the condition… and of the progress that I can make on a day-to-day basis. I’m aggravated by the constantly changing landscape of the transitions. And I feel entitled to my rant.
But now that I’ve put myself into the shoes of my reader… yes, it sucks. Surgery was hard. Recovery is a… you know what… But, this is a long-term game. And I’m going to be saying “here we go again” every time I go through a transition. Every time I get a new garment. Every time I get sick. Every time I workout a bit harder, push myself a little farther, do something a little faster… life is one big transition. So, I better start sucking it up now then, right?
Right. Here we go again! Bring. It. On.