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I survived my first 2 days of work...barely :)

8 weeks post op and I went back to work last Thursday.  I started out slow, a 6 hour day on Thursday and a full day on Friday, then 3 days off.  Thursday night I was tired and achey but I was surprised that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be!  I had a horrible time waking up and getting ready on Friday, and was dizzy and nauseated most of the morning.  By lunch time I thought I was going to collapse so I went and sat in my car and tried to regroup before our notoriously crazy Friday afternoons.  

It was as busy as I remembered it being a few months ago and I struggled to keep up.  We finally finished and I had planned to meet my dad for dinner.  After driving home, I got into bed and just collapsed. My whole body hurt, I was exhausted, and I slept for 13 hours straight.

Yesterday I spent most of the day in bed.  I was still exhausted and in a lot of pain.  Today was a little bit better.  I slept most of the morning/early afternoon then managed to get up and get dressed and go see my mom for a little while.  I have tomorrow off too, before attempting a 4 day week.  

If this is how my body reacted to a day and a half of work, I'm nervous about what this week will bring.  I guess I just need to be a little bit more careful - it's hard to start off slow, it's always so busy and I feel guilty sitting, like I should be doing something, but this week I think I will have to set limits for myself and take breaks so I don't end up in this situation again next weekend, or worse.

I knew it would be hard, I told everyone else how hard it would be, but I've had a hard time accepting that it's going to take time to get to the place I want to be.  I can't just go back to normal overnight after having this disease destroy by body for 10 years.

Overall, things are better.  Different, but better.  Hopefully they will just keep getting better :)

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