drive my car

One thing I've been wondering about my surgery recovery is when I'll be able to drive again. When I had my thyroid removed in January, I discovered that even though I felt pretty healthy overall after a few weeks, I still couldn't drive due to the acute pain I found myself in at even the slightest turn of the head. It was pretty frustrating to feel normal besides that one little thing, but to still either be stuck at home or be totally dependent on others for rides. I suppose I could have risked it and driven anyway, throwing peripheral vision to the wind, but I'm too much of an obsessive blind-spot-checker for that to have ever worked. So naturally I'm concerned again about how long I'm going to have to go without spending any good quality time with my darling Civic, and today I learned the answer. Four to six weeks. Egads! That is a long time of being chauffeured around! Granted, the majority of that time I won't want to be leaving the comfort of my bed anyway, but I have a feeling that I'm eventually going to want to be able to get up and go and my body won't want to let me. I guess it will be my own little taste of what it's like to have a suspended license. No worries about me pulling a Paris Hilton though. I promise I'll stay off the roads until I'm fully capable of looking all the way over both shoulders.