Slow, slow, oh so slow recovery.

It does not pay to rush your body into the upside when you have managed to trash it on the downside.   I am continuing my recovery, and slowly getting better.  My leg and ankle still hurt, my sciatica still hurts, but neither is as bad as it was weeks ago, and certainly not what it was a month or two ago.

It is very frustrating.  I still can not walk or work very long periods of time. But I am out of bed, I have moved, and I am getting some physical work done.  It is taking a long time.

Slow Recovery, Patient times, and the Ebbing of Pain

Slow recovery is the process of moving forward through fits of regression. I have stopped trying to get better, stopped being proactive, and just taken on the passive reality of injury recovery.  I hang in the water and let my muscles relax.  I wrap my leg.  I have stopped stretching, stopped massaging, stopped a lot of proactive concepts of healing.   And I'm starting to move forward.  My sciatica is regressing, my leg pain is intermittent.  AND I can actually get some things done.

Its a long process.  There are many revelations beyond the injury.  As I have always felt, my running buddies are gone, almost unwilling to acknowledge the absence.  My hospice friends are there, offering help, and consolation.  I don't hold it against the runners, its what we are.  But running is a temporary world, and it fades immediately as one becomes injured.   It is almost unnatural, or perhaps more natural, more aggressive.

That's the way it is.