Getting rested

Recovery from a major event takes a long time.  I start to complain it is worse until I go back over old notes as to how long recoveries used to take.  I'm doing better than I realized.  My brain is still scattered and scrambled.  I better understood my challenge when I reread a short message I sent to my sister.  I wrote plain gibberish.  Nothing made sense.  It only looked like a sentence because there was a period at the end.  A collection of words that were not related or cohesive in anyway.  Heavy sigh.  I want to recover faster but my body has its own time schedule.  My body's idea of long enough and mine do not match.  Slowly feeling better.