On thursday, I finally took the train back home from rehab.
I spent 3 weeks exercising, relaxing, exercising, relaxing and exercising. With, honestly, terrible food (which is a bit embarassing for a clinic specializing in gastroentero, but what do I know) and too little (and too late) psychological help, but I don’t want to make this sound too harsh - It was absolutelly worth it. I do understand the limitations of my body in it’s current state much better, I did really exercise a lot and I gained very useful insight in how my body and specifically my glucose levels react to said exercise.
I got to know some awesome people, some who I would now, tentatively, like to call friends. I heard many a story of illnesses that are, in the long run, much worse than what I have to deal with, and am, as always impressed how people whose whole life has turned upside down, still manage to keep their humour and their positivity.
I played a ton of table tennis, something I didn’t even know would be possible, and rekindled my love for it.
I swam a lot, for the first time in what feels like ages. Damn, that felt good.
And then thursday also marked the one year anniversary of that fateful botched procedure that sent me on this journey that hopefully, at least for some aspects, ends here.
There’s a ton of stuff that I need to do now, from starting with some post-rehab exercises, re-starting my dormant gym membership to get back into a regular training schedule, doing lots of cardio to get my endurance back, figuring out the whole psychotherapy situation (Which is a mess, but you all probably know that) and also finding back into a groove in terms of my work.
Right now, I’m just happy to be back home, near my loved ones, with good food, my own kitchen, my own bed and my own gordam schedule. I’m not made for alarm clocks going off at 6:30 on a weekend.
So, let’s go. There’s stuff to do, stuff to figure out. And for the first time in what feels like ages, I feel energised and ready for the challenges to come. (If I am allowed to ignore, for now, you know, *gesturing around* this whole mess)
The pond in the photo in the header is called “Bottomless Kolk” (Grundloser Kolk) and is a great place to just sit or stand there and stare at it. It was a 5 minute walk from the rehab facility.
