Stop Being A Wimp

At four weeks I visited with my surgeon. He said that my incisions were healing well (I had five since my procedure was done laparoscopically). He asked how I was doing physically. I said I was doing well. I had after all showered that day and walked all the way from the parking garage to his office without stopping to sit down.

He told me to stop being a wimp.

He pointed to the fact that I had been extremely active before the surgery, at the gym everyday. Why was I suddenly proud of myself for a 7 minute walk? He told me I should be walking at least 30 minutes a day at this point. Ooops.

When I asked if I could start driving he actually laughed at me. Apparently I should have started sooner.

He told me that he wouldn't let me go in for the second surgery in my current condition. He wanted to see me again in two weeks. And he wanted me to be a fully functioning member of society. No more laying around all day long. No more only showering twice a week. No more relying on everyone else to cook my meals, clean my house, and care for my child.

It was time for me to man up.

But I still wasn't allowed to pick up my daughter. She weighed 20 pounds and the max weight he wanted me lifting was 10 pounds. Go figure. He told me to have my husband put her in the stroller and to take her for a walk.

So I did.