I've been home since Friday, trying to get back into the swing of things. The hardest part is the weakness. It's better than it was. Saturday I was really weak, shaky and nervous about holding my own at the camp I'm volunteering at this week. Now I'm better, but it still isn't easy.
It's hard for me to accept it, because I'm usually bounce-back girl. Major surgery one day, gallivanting off somewhere the next, but it hasn't been like that this time. A wrench has been thrown into the summer-groove I had going and traveling isn't going to help. Still, there will be time, eh?