Chicken Pox-
Last Sunday Diane came down with chicken pox. She was out of work all week and a bit stir crazy by Friday. I sympathize with her. Having been of the bike for a little longer than I have wished, I spent too much time surfing, too much time looking at TV, too much time cleaning the damn house. Diane and I aren’t quite to the point of hacking up our neighbors, but there is an air of the stir craziness prevailing in our home right now.
I have PT again tomorrow; I think they're are going to have me do some pool work.
Thursday night was really good. At one point Chris the PT dude, had me on a table and was twisting my leg, hanging off the table back towards my head. I hurt, but felt so good in an almost dirty kinda way. I didn’t know weather to hug him or punch him. Friday I felt like a million bucks, not 100% but I made it almost through the entire day of work without hurting. I felt like had more energy again, I had my mojo back…
I’m anxious to get back to riding, but I want to do this right, I want to be healed, and not have to revisit this next year. PT does give me a goal, and for the first time I feel like I could be back on the bike sooner than February. Thank God.
Diane picked up the Guitar for the first time this morning since she was became covered in festering boils. She is feeling better; she’ll have a couple hours of energy and then crash out. Ah yes, soon those sexy pock marks will be all scabbed over…
Hopefully we won’t go full on Shinning before then…
Respect
Marc
2 comments:
oh
and I hope that the Chicken Pox are not too much of a set back to Diane
sounds like a bummer
I will be going through all that soon enough
only not with me
but with my two boys, Dean and Grant
first of all, sir, let me welcome you to the "living with a bad back" crowd. some folk escape it; many of us learn to live with it. others simply lay down and die...these are the smart ones. my pt was named chris and was an ex ranger or ninja or whatever and delighted in my pain but even more when i was back riding so all was well in the end.
for me it is a bit like being an alcoholic by which i mean i live with it every day and everthing i do is shaped around what is good or bad for my back. well, sorta. i mean i can't actually say that a singlespeed is good for my back but it is good for my head which, to some degree, can over ride the pain in my back and so i singlespeed. ah, rationalization is the root of all happiness.
anyway, my friend, i can't wait to ride with you again.
blog on
fuzzy
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