I naturally follow through with plans that I and my doctors have made to get me to perfect healing.

Following through is not a burst of resolve. It is twelve repetitions of a wrist exercise at the kitchen counter, twice a day, for four months, watched by absolutely nobody.

Nothing about it feels significant while it is happening. It is the least interesting part of any recovery and it is very close to being the whole of it.

The plan was made in a ten-minute appointment. The plan gets done across roughly two hundred small sessions by the sink that nobody will ever think to ask you about.