I had a visitor less than ten minutes after I got in the door, and it took almost an hour to steer him back out that door.
I got home on a Friday, and my wife grudgingly went back to work on Monday, mostly because I was chugging along just fine, doing stairs and everything. She called and checked up on me a few times a day, but I was out walking most of the time, as it was a beautiful April (especially for being post-OHS).
It was very stressful for her, though. Everything seems to say that you shouldn't be fine, and I was (actually, many of us are). While she was glad of that, she was concerned that I might not be as well as I thought, and that "something" might happen. I think she actually felt guilty or negligent for being at work, even though I pushed her to go back. In hindsight, I should have taken her walking with me instead. It probably would have made it better for her.
Best wishes,