Road to Right: Justin’s accountability tour

Physical therapy is a bitch man but it’s given me something to do every day: same five workouts a day filled with the same eleven exercises and I’m crushing through all of it. Kinda. Ok the first one of the day is actually miserable and makes me want to cut the damn thing off. Also in the actual physical therapy appointments the mean lady makes me use perfect form and move slowly to make it hurt extra. Why do I pay 50 dollars a week to get bullied by satan in scrubs?  Last week was lit, started it off with making my enchiladas for the first time since surgery which means i can stand long enough to cook again! Made em for dad, he enjoyed them and i had leftover enchiladas for days (win-win). Then dad had to take off, then the Jennica saga began. HO-LY SHIT. Alright so she was supposed to get in at 1030pm. Then her flights got delayed, then again, and again, and then it was 1240am. So i set my alarm for 1230 so that I’d be awake when she got in, I wake up to a text saying that she’s ...

If you were thinking about casually undertaking major orthopedic surgery in the near future…don’t. Just don’t. It sucks, the recovery sucks, everything hurts, just don’t. With the exception of getting to see my family over the course of the month, this whole thing has been a nightmare. That exception though has been pretty cool, it’s not since i was a lieutenant that I’ve gotten to see both of my parents and older sister in such rapid succession…almost makes the whole thing worth it. Almost. So far I’ve finished each days worth of workouts without fail. Every 2.5 hours i have one of two workouts: a short one that’s mainly lifts and a long one that is lifts and stretches thrown in. Then Monday hit and i added one workout today filled with ankle weight lifts and shit that actually makes me struggle more…less from pain and more from general muscle weakness. But that’s getting ahead of myself as it happened this week. I’m also working on getting out of the house at least once a day. Nothin...

Oooooooh boy, well it happened finally. We got the surgeries. The doc cut me open and stole pieces of me to rebuild other pieces of me and put my knee back together. I’m happy to report that it was a success and aside from having a very colorful lower extremity (left leg, get your head out of the gutter) I’m on the mend! So let’s get into it, yeah last week started out like a normal week with the exception being that my entire mind was being occupied by the whole “going under the knife on Thursday” thing. Played some video games, played some magic, cleaned the house, and prepped for the main event. Wednesday rolled around and I snagged my momma from the airport, it was so clutch that she could come out and be with me for the surgery. I’ve had the hardest time with giving up and accepting help from others but when your mom starts treating you like a child of hers, it’s a lot easier to accept outside assistance. And now that I’ve done it for a few days it’s a more common thing and will m...

It’s funny how this whole blog project started as an accountability thread for getting back in shape, which then mutated into a weekly log of my mental health recovery journey. Ups, downs, victories, and set backs run through this last year and a half and it leads to the understanding i can withstand just about anything. Then i tore my ACL. Now im stuck on the couch and my house will be a revolving door of family and friends helping me out over the next few weeks. All of that said, the first couple of days are gonna be intriguing to say the least so i figured I’d start this thread as a day by day check-in. It won’t be separate posts for each day, just additions to this entry so check back! Day 0: surgery and hell I was up at 4 for a 5:30am check-in time. Put on my cleanest cut-off shorts and lifting shirt and was ready to fuck this thing. I only really started panicking once they made me change and hooked me up to all the shit…but by then it’s like when they lock the rollercoaster bar ...

 Right so hey, we made it to July before skipping a week and writing a combined entry? Not bad at all if I do say so myself. It’s not that i got way too caught up in stuff last week, to be honest there was just a lack of writing content to cover so I felt like that entry would’ve just been a bunch of random thoughts and whining. And i didn’t want to do that so we kicked it to the next week which had way more fun shit to talk about. Week 26 was just kind of a bust man. I really didn’t do much outside of studying, job hunting, and playing video games to keep me occupied and off of the leg. It’s starting to drag weeks into one another and blend memories to where I’m not sure what happened in which week. I can tell you that in week 26 (so not this Friday that just happened but the one before that) I did my follow up with ortho and found out a) how bad my knee is and b) my PA is funnier than I am. I mean really, she absolutely killed in there. “You see that jagged circle with the emptin...