My best friend believes that I'm fixating on how I'm not meeting my recovery expectations. He tells me I'd do better to think about how these are my last few, free days off for a while and I should "make the most of it."So today I did something that felt both normal (meaning an echo of my pre-op, pre-cyst life) and celebratory. After doing some errands (I needed to buy dental floss and visit the bank) I took myself out to a late lunch/early dinner and toasted myself with a pomegranate mojito. It was about 3:30, so the restaurant was pretty empty. They were playing an eclectic mix of oldies ("It's Judy's Turn to Cry" and "Jumpin' Jack Flash") and I was really getting into my book (The Careful Use of Compliments).
At quiet times like that, I like my life. I really do.