when the world shrinks

I'm used to being independent. One thing I don't miss about Malawi was I didn't ever truly feel that. I needed more people than I would have liked. Not needing people was a theme of my youth. Want them, yes but not need anyone. Each relationship a choice. 

Surgery and disability take some of that independence and at I'm not 6 weeks I'm allowed to gain a little back. The pain in my shoulder persists and the aches come and go and get worse in the evening. The fizzes continue but not at much. 

Next step the car. If I can drive I can feel me again. 

Then work. 

If I can work I'm me again. 

So is that who I am?