Cece wrote:CureIous wrote:Lounges, public places, crowds used to drive me absolutely bonkers. Stores, trying to pick something off the shelf then someone wants to get by or other distractions, and I couldn't remember what it was I was looking for, that kind of stuff. Maddening. Don't miss it a bit. You could set off fireworks now and it wouldn't bother me. Interrupt me while I'm concentrating on something, and I'll just pick up where I left off. No notes, no reminders, even things a week or two out.
Wouldn't trade it for anything.
Amazing, isn't it.
My job site is unbelievably noisy, every craft is jammed into a small area, carpenters, saws, cranes, pounding, ironworkers, boilermakers, horns blasting, grinders grinding on metal, hammer drills going into concrete, honestly I barely notice any of it when I'm concentrating on something. It's a meat grinder right now, but having a blast. I go home and draw up my own drawings to use the next day just for kicks. That's after the insufferable misery that is the 91 at rush hour. And still find time to play with the kids.
So anectdotally, 18 months post op, I'd ask a normally fit person to try to keep up with the pace if they can.
But that's just me. Mileages are varying all over the map of course.