We’re heading back to Tampa right now for my follow up appointment tomorrow. I’m eager for the change of scenery and, of course, to see what happens at my appointment. We’re still not sure what the plan will be after that. Last night at dinner we had a slightly tense conversation about this. Essentially, Husband is worried about me being on my own in Tampa. I’m not crazy about the idea either but I’m more worried about being at home alone in Jacksonville for days at stretch.
It’s not that I’m especially gregarious. I find large groups annoying and exhausting. I despair when someone ruins a cosy three person lunch by inviting four more people. Nothing makes my heart sink like someone exclaiming, “The more the merrier!” I do however need a variety of human connections. I have friends I love and colleagues I have worked with for more than a decade. I rely on regular interactions with these people (ideally in groups no larger than five persons) to keep me on an even keel. Husband, on the other hand, can happily spend days on end entirely on his own. He could quite happily go months without interacting with anyone other than me, his family, and the dog. Suffice it say, we have different social needs.
Husband is now back working all day and typically gets home around 6:00 p.m. I haven’t seen any of my friends or colleagues since before the surgery and I’m feeling a little cut off from the world. But I’m also still struggling with how to get down the house steps on my own (getting up the steps is much easier). Anyway, we’ve agreed to delay making a decision until after the appointment tomorrow when I’ll also find out when my next follow up will be.
Today, for the first time since the surgery, I felt more like my old self with respect to work. I’ve struggled to focus the last week or so. This is not helped by working from home. Like many people, I love the flexibility that working remotely provides but find that it works best in small doses. One day a week is great but several days in a row makes me unfocused and unproductive. You can certainly get too much of an office environment but in the right amount it helps me stay disciplined. Today though, despite it being the seventh day in a row with the same view from the couch, I was back in the zone, at least for a few hours.
I’m crossing my fingers for some good news tomorrow. If I have to stay in a cast for a bit longer, then at least I’ll get a fresh one. The current one doesn’t exactly look pristine anymore.