For the Record, Recovery is No Fun…
I’ve gotten a couple of emails lately asking me where I’ve been and how I’m doing. If you sent me one, I’m replying, I promise. I’m just really slow and lazy these days. I blame Prince Vicodin.
A quick update… I’m still not able to walk. My leg simply can’t hold the weight up yet. I return to the doctor on the 23rd and hopefully he’ll clear me to start using weights so I can get the muscles back into shape. I’m still pretty swollen at the top of my thigh, but closer to the knee and calf is now uber skinny. I would not have minded losing a few pounds, but several pounds of much needed muscle is totes not cool.
I have been able to get out on occasion, but leaving the house requires massive planning and coordination. There’s the one crutch/two crutch game to get down the stairs - one going down the steps inside and getting to the door, two on the landing, one going down the outside steps, and two once I hit the sidewalk. Then there’s the wheelchair game - can it fit into the car? Is the person taking me strong enough to lift it up and get it back out? Did the leg things get knocked out of alignment again? And, inevitably, there’s the “oh hell, I forgot my painkillers” moment as I realize I’ve been gone longer than I thought I would be.
All in all, it beats the hell out of sitting in the house talking to Teddy and trying to keep Enzo from eating him. And seriously, there is only so much television I can handle. Especially daytime television. I now remember why I hardly ever had that thing on. My brain, it hurts!

September 15th, 2009 at 10:16 pm
How sucktacular! You needed a hiatus from your life, no doubt, but I wish you had the time and ability to go out and enjoy life instead of having to spend it inside your head. Have you been working on your writing?
September 19th, 2009 at 10:22 pm
Sadly, not so much with the writing. It takes about two hours to write a single post as my typing has gone to shit. I can’t even imagine trying to write anything else. When I’m not sufficiently medicated, my hands are shaky. Good times I tell ya, good times.
I just keep telling myself that this isn’t forever. And when this is done and over, I’ll be back and better than before. I’ll be Bionic Sabre