Shortly after my op – maybe a month later – I played badminton with my son. He’s quite good but badminton is the one thing I can do where I might win a game against someone. Not someone good but someone. It’s quite a darting, stop-start game. I came away from that game (and I expect I’ll have made my son dash all over the court but he’ll have challenged me, too) not feeling too good. Can’t remember whether that was straight away or the following day that I decided I’d overdone it.
I took my mum on a day trip by car to London (100 miles there and 100 back; me driving) a few months later and it was really tough to do. Can’t remember what it was about it that made it tough but gosh it was tough. It’s a long day to go to London.
In the September post op in April, I started back in the gym. Nothing too heavy but decent amount of exercise. It was a few weeks after that that I declined slightly, had increased dizziness and one day when it felt quite bad. I went back to the doc at that point.
I then spent a year toing and froing with the doc until being encouraged i was all clear. Not immediately after that all clear did everything start to be ok but within six months, I think I was very much back to normal.
I still only do very light exercise. I need to get myself out and get into some more exercise but I’m failing at that still. However, all feels good head-wise.
So… just be patient.
I sometimes liken surgery to knitting. If Nature or God stitches us together in the first instance with the finest invisible stitches, surgeons are able to knit only with big, thick knitting needles. There’s no way that the outcome is as good as it would be if Nature had got all the stitches right in the first place. But the knitting that we get the surgeons to do is a compromise between having the risk of a future bleed and having a bunch of slightly obvious stitches showing through.
Given the alternatives, it’s a perfectly good place to be. And actually, when your mum always told you to put a hat on or wear a coat and in the past it was easy to ignore that sort of advice, as a re-knitted man we have to start to be sensible about the things we ignore and tell ourselves that it doesn’t matter if I do.
All we need to do is be sensible.
You’re going to be fine. It is very early days still.
With you all the way,