I am OK.
Friends, family and colleagues ask me how I am. They ask me how my back is. At the moment my answer is “OK”.
This always feels a little bit like I am fobbing them off, or not wanting to talk, or a bit flippant in the face of a genuine question. But here’s the thing. It is not flippant, or fobbing off, or hiding behind a vague answer.
I do not feel amazing. I do not feel ready to jump and run and lift my 4yo onto a zip slide. I am still in pain, often.
I do not feel crap. I am not bedbound. I am not wincing or crying when I move. I can walk for an hour or two at a time instead of 2 minutes. I have halved my medication. I can put my children to bed by myself if I need to, and we don’t need people staying to help out anymore.
Sometimes “OK” is exactly how I feel.