Emerging

I'm starting to emerge from the darkness of my first knee replacement surgery, which was 11 days ago.

The thing that surprises me about this is not the pain, which passed fairly quickly, but the feelings of weakness and fogginess that surround me. I have trouble being able to read - the words swim about the page - I have trouble doing hand sewing on my quilt projects - the needle seems to have a mind of its own. I haven't even touched my photo organizing project.

But worst of all, I haven't been able to do any writing. To get to a place where I can do anything creative, I have to be able to move into that space, and I guess the things that are going on with me right here, right now, are too compelling to enable me to put them to one side.

But it's only 11 days out - and every day seems fractionally better. The one thing I promised myself was that I wasn't going to try to hurry this healing. That I was going to take whatever time it was going to take, because it is a one-time thing I'm doing here. I need to take the time to do it well.

I just don't think I'm going to get as much progress done on my writing as I had hoped. But if all works out, I'll have the time and energy to do it soon.