Finding Out I’m Not SuperWoman
This week has been an humbling and hard week for me. On a normal day there is nothing that I can't typically do. If I can't do it, I will figure out a way or die trying.
I am not one to ask for help or admit I need help, or admit when I can't do something. I take much pride in the fact that I am very self sufficient, like when it comes to fixing things, moving furniture or something like that.
Last week I had surgery. My surgery was supposed to be a simple laperoscopic procedure that turned into major surgery. I was supposed to have a simple cut in my belly button and ended up being fully cut open.
First of all let just say, hats off to women who have c-sections and then take care of a new born. My operation was basically one of a woman having a c-section and I could barely take care of myself. You don't realize how hard it is to move when you can't rely on your abdomen.
This has been very hard for me, for a person who is used to running 90 to nothing and now having to creep at turtle speed. Its hard to walk, its hard to get up and down and not being able to lift anything has been quite frustrating.
Today, one week later I finally got my staples out and that has been such a relief. I had no idea how hard this would be, even to do everyday things.
You never know when life will slow you down.