"If life is a bowl of cherries, how come I feel the pits"
I was going to post this in my blog but I think that it is important for others to know that there can be a down side to finally achieving the ultimate goal. It's something that is not talked about, it's as if it's taboo to talk about life on the "other" side.
So it's catching up with me, this thing of mine. It's hard to put a finger on it but I do think that I'm down in the dumps or experiencing some form of depression, may be a post SRS stress disorder. Great from one disorder to another...
Although I'm thoroughly happy with my surgery, the consequences of it, no regrets what-so-ever, I would do it again in a heart beat, etc., the impact of the post op recovery and the effect it has had on my life is beginning to take it's toll. I had, what proved to be very unrealistic hopes of very quickly returning to normal and getting back to living and enjoying my life within a few weeks of returning home. Instead the grind of the daily routine that is essential for a speedy, healthy recovery is wearing down on me or wearing on me.
It is good to be back at work even if it's just half days and folks are treating me wonderfully but I find that it really saps my energy. I used to be able to fly up the long flight of stairs that leads up to my office, but now I feel like an old lady as I walk those stairs. I was hoping to be back in the gym working out as I used too but instead I have to drive by it each day. I guess the hardest thing to bare is that I've gained weight due to a drastic drop in activity which in turn means that a lot of my nice cloths are tight and some don't fit. Trivial may be but looking and dressing nice is important to me.
Gillian said it seems like I'm going through something similar to post partum depression that natal females suffer through. I know that this is temporary, that I will be out dancing on the weekends again but I'm a person who needs to active, who needs to be out and about, and I can't. As many of you know I'm always preaching patience, patience, patience, if only I could heed my own advice.
This will pass as I heal, it's just an emotional concoction that I didn't expect and one that I've never had to deal with before, and one that I truly hope that I never have to deal with it again. Maybe it's that I/we expect life to be a bed of roses after the suffering and heartache we endure during transition. It ain't over yet baby, but I'm close

Steph