A week later, I finally got approval from my doctor to live normally again. I’m glad it wasn’t as long as the ER doctor had suggested – having the binary choice of standing or being prone was incredibly limiting.
I’m also thankful that, by studiously avoiding memory lane trips for the first few days, the trepidation and fear when recalling the ordeal isn’t quite as bad.
My thanks to all the people who were so solicitous about my comfort, recovery, and general well-being. Being temporarily disabled was a much less bothersome experience than it would have been, thanks to you.
As one coworker so accurately put it, “Welcome to middle age!”. What a welcome indeed.
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