Was not comfortable sitting the whole day (I'm in a satellite office for a bit in which I do not have a standing desk and didn't ask for one because I figured I wouldn't need it.) But getting up every so often mitigated discomfort, and I was able to make it through the day.
I felt this strange "treasuring" feeling of the healing process. I imagined a future old self that suffered a similar injury and was not experiencing an observable recovery. A feeling you can savor, only because the future will be grim!