Finding independence, again

Weeks seem to be flying by as I emerge from my fug of recuperating. I saw the surgeon's physio and my physio this week and got the tick to resume some of my normal activities like driving, going back to work, walking until my knee begins to stiffen (about 60 houses now) and cycling (five minutes on an exercise bike). Hopping into the driver's seat for the first time in three weeks reminded me of all those moments in my life where I have grappled back some skerrick of independence. 

Back in the mid-90s, I took a day off work. I'd had a number of people tell me that I needed to look after myself. I'd heard of this place called Hepburn Springs and I booked in for a bunch of what felt like self-indulgent things. My life wasn't the normal kind of fun that other early-20-year-olds were experiencing. At the time I was managing the highest level complaints for a large telco company spending most of my time talking on the phone to people who were furious for one reason or another. When I came h…