On mulling things over, my post title doesn't actually reflect the speed of my recovery. It's more like I'm crawling along on my belly like a snail with its shell full of stuff after a grocery shop. But I'm getting there. On the last two days, I've achieved significant milestones. I've been out as a passenger in the car, albeit to a family dentist appointment. You can't say that Mr Lovelygrey doesn't know how to treat a girl well. And yesterday, my new tummy band and I went for a little walk outside to the mail box, an easy three minute stroll for the fit and feisty, onto the very edge of the National Park but ten minutes for me. Yep, it's that close.