I'm feeling better than I did for the last show.
Feeling 10x better than I did on Easter Sunday.
I have been listening to my body, really this time, and have not been lifting anything of consequence, have been going for physio (I love the traction) and acupuncture, moving around frequently, icing my back, and doing my physio exercises. And yet, I know how easy it is to be lulled back into this false sense of, "I don't feel too bad."
It is hard for me not to want to clean out my garden, finally cut the grass or dare I say, even vacuum — all things I was told to avoid.
While I have never been the most patient, and I've been told six weeks of healing is what I should expect, it is hard sitting on the sidelines.
In the meantime, I will sit back, and smell the peonies, so to speak.