Woke up this morning around 5:30AM, covered in sweat. I got up and cracked a window, but it wasn’t particularly hot in my bedroom. I then remembered the last dream I was having, where I was running a race. I remember struggling terribly and having the urge to quit with every step.
It has been almost five years since I broke my hip. I’d be lying if I said I never thought about giving up. I am incredibly relieved that the day for this next, and possibly last surgery, has finally come. If all goes well, in 6 or 7 hours from now I will be waking up with a new hip, no limp, and pain-free for the first time in years.