S2 E29: the recovery begins

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. Nothing big or involving being vertical for too terribly long…just something to get the blood circulating and prevent booty sores from forming. Hey man it’s not much but it’s an honest life. Between a haircut last week, a grocery trip, and a Lowe’s trip with dad I’m able to be out of the house for a few hours without keeping over and dying like the post office incident. Speaking of dad, this mother fucker completely flipped my front and backyard while he was here. Complete lawn job, incinerated two wasp nests, took out the toddler sized weeds in my flower beds, seriously went above and beyond while he was here. Might have to snap a collarbone next summer to run it back.

Redemption, it’s a concept I’ve been thinking about a lot recently. We all go through shit, like significant life shit. And some of us don’t exactly respond in the manner best suiting personal and professional growth. I’m being very kind and general but brass tax is this: some of us fuck up and do some fucked up shit. At the end of my drinking days i really did some fucked up shit and it’s embarrassing. I’ve apologized to those I’ve wronged, atoned for my crimes in the manner best fitting the wrong, and for the most part have been forgiven for my transgressions. Now that speaks to the maturity and kindness of those I wronged, yet they will tell you it speaks to my own humility and character. I’ve been fortunate to have been forgiven, some people aren’t as lucky…and frankly…that shit isn’t fair.

Why do we hold different standards for different people going through the same hells, trials, and tribulations? I got forgiveness, i got a fifth/sixth chance, yet some people are a little to stingy to others that did the same or similar crash outs. I think the world would be a much better place if that energy was spread to the greater populace and not just me with the cute face. People who are my rocks, pillars of my support structure, are currently in some of the best places in life that they’ve ever been but for one reason or another are perma banned from forgiveness. And yeah, happy and healthy are great places for us all to be and I’m fortunate that’s the case, but forgiveness and kindness would make the world all the better.

There’s my sentiment of the week, grudges hurt the holder just as much as the target. Funnel the effort it takes to stay mad into forgiveness and graciousness. I dunno, could be the move. Also I’m up and cooking again which is fucking lit, made dad enchiladas before he left. Life is painful and hard, but trending upward.

Richard was one of the most positive people I have ever met. Between his own choices and manifested luck he had been dealt some shit fucking hands yet he always seemed to play the hell out of it with a smile and a can do attitude. He had one of those personalities that made it almost impossible to be a negative Nancy when he was around and I’m gonna miss the hell out of him. Rest easy big dog, we got it from here. RIP king


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