Another crazy busy week. I've had a gajillion thoughts that I've wanted to post but just haven't had the time.
I truly can't believe my surgery will be over this time next week. I've been planning so many details for so long and I'm really, really looking forward to getting on with it! My hips have really, really been hurting the past couple of weeks, so I'm really, really hoping that I can only go up from here (after the initial recovery, of course).
I don't feel at all the way I thought I would right now. Which is: emotionally detached.
A couple of months ago, I would tear up at the thought of leaving Colorado, leaving my friends and giving up the activities I love. Now, I just don't feel much of anything, except tired. I'm tired of hearing myself talk to people about the surgery, tired of planning, tired of pushing myself through major pain so I can be in shape for my recovery, tired of the thousand thoughts running though my head, tired of myself!
Speaking of working out, I am happy of how hard I've pushed myself these past six months. Warning: blowing of my own horn ahead. Partially because I'm as strong as I've ever been in my life, and partially for motivation to get back to this point once I'm used to sitting on my butt all day, I took some pictures tonight to show off my time in the gym.
P.S. Weightlifting has always left serious calluses on my hands. I have not bought any bike gloves to soften the blow of my crutches because I don't imagine I'll really need them. Unless, of course, I start to get blisters. Did any of my Hip Sisters get blisters from the crutches?