Today marks one month since I returned to my original career on a full-time basis. While my heart is lighter and I love my job, my body is hurting. From the waist down, I feel like I've been beaten with bats. I anticipated my residual limb hurting, but I did not expect my bio leg, hips and back to be screaming as well.
Yesterday was especially painful. I woke up this morning and my body hurts so much I want to cry. I keep thinking that maybe a massage would help, but my last experience was so unsavory I'm scared to go back. (There was a huge miscommunication where the masseuse thought he was securing an extra tip and I now know what it means if asked 'do you want to end with a smile.' ) At this point though, my muscles are so sore I might just give it another go.
I'm glad that I start later in the morning because of my modified schedule. I originally wanted the time to help settle Timmy before school. It turns out I need it so that the ibuprofen has time to work so that my body can start moving again.
Tomorrow is the NO KINGS protest. Pain or no pain, I will be there. Between proposed tariffs on medical equipment (prosthetics), the gutting of IDEA (special ed) and ICE, I cannot and will not be silent. I'm so proud that we will be attending as a family.
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