Milestones

It's been 4 and a half weeks since the surgery, and things are looking good. Not 100%, but better than 50%. I'm able to walk around, and do chores like laundry (phew, I was really missing the fun of that chore.) and dishes. I can walk around for a reasonable amount of time, but after a couple of hours of errands, driving, etc, my stride gets shorter and my pace slows. I've reached some significant milestones so far:

• I went back to the gym on Monday. I took it way easier than normal (normally I'm such a rock star in the cardio room, walking at 3.7 speed at a 6 incline. Oh the pounds I drop, sooo quickly.), but I spent 30 minutes walking at a moderate pace, no incline. I skimmed an entire O magazine. My first time ever reading Oprah's mag. It was okay. Not as great as People or the Enquirer, but it made the time pass.

• I wore real pants, not sweats. Granted, one of the pairs used to be way too big, but this week, it fit perfectly. Two of the pairs were maternity pants, on loan from a friend. Seriously, maternity pants. For the girl who hasn't had her period in 3 months, and not because she's pregnant. And do I need to mention, no boyfriend for almost 2 years. Next thing you know, I'll be taking pre-natal vitamins and browsing Pottery Barn Kids.com.

Things that haven't changed yet: The stitches are still sticking out. Weird. It still hurts when I sneeze or cough. I don't sleep for more than a few hours at a time. I can't wear real, normal-sized pants. Just pants that are too big, but fit around my stomach.

Overall, not bad. I've read tons of books, watched 5 DVDs of Freaks and Geeks, by far the best show ever on TV, and Rebec, thank you SO much for the suggestion. I took up knitting again, and tried, mostly successfully, to not think about work. I've spent a lot of time with family and friends, and even more time with just myself. And the cats, of course. The last time I had more than one week off in a row, I was still in college. And then, it was just time off from school. I was still working part time. The last time I had NOTHING going on was in the early 90s, probably 93, when I was in college and worked at a college. Summers were slow.

I can't complain. I think I might even be relatively happy.