Five weeks post-op, and here we are. Theme songs are still a big deal — today it’s The Script’s “Hall of Fame” with a bit of Jess Glynne’s “Don’t Give Up” thrown in. Honestly, it’s like my recovery has its own soundtrack.
Mornings are slower now. Instead of the old 5:30–8 chaos, it’s 7:30–8:50 for physio and a short walk. Painkillers: check. Mindfulness apps: replaced by me obsessively watching every step like a human CCTV camera. Boot on = mindfulness done.
During my second walk, about 20 meters from home, a kind stranger stopped and offered me a lift because I looked like I was about to collapse. How sweet is that? I declined (pride intact, mostly), but it really made my day.
Dinner was gourmet… if your definition is packet noodles. Protein? One gram instead of 80 grams. Did I care? Nope. Two kids off to sports, me in bed like a zombie. Long day, but filled with tiny victories, kindness, and laughter.
Takeaway: Recovery is messy, slow, and sometimes hilarious. Celebrate small wins, laugh at yourself, notice the little acts of kindness, and don’t stress about perfection. Music helps, friends help, noodles help — sometimes that’s all you need.
