I don’t know whether to call this week 7 or week 16. So much time has passed and January 16th – the day I had my first surgery to repair my ruptured Achilles tendon – feels like a lifetime ago. Even March 18th – the day of my second repair, seven weeks ago – feels like a lifetime ago. Time has disappeared for me conceptually. I live according to day and night mostly, with only a passing awareness of the days of the week, the weekend and the regularity of certain events that mark my calendar.