Four months later, my bed rest experience is starting to feel very surreal. Did I really spend five months in bed all day? Even though the physical and psychological effects of bed rest are still with me, the experience itself is fading. Especially with the frenetic pace of life at the moment, days spent entirely in bed seem…I don’t know….laughable?
I remember days when I read books cover-to-cover within a few hours. I remember my love/hate relationship with my bed rest “headquarters,” which simultaneously felt like a prison and a safe haven. But it all feels like some other life, something that happened to a different person.
