S2 E30: recovery part deux

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 stuck in Denver and they canceled her flight. Shoes? Check. Shirt? Check. Rockstar? Check. Let’s go! I’m tired as fuck but drive up to DIA, grab her, and we begin the funniest punch drunk 2 hour drive back to my house. A quote from beginning of the drive, “you said patootems and i almost crashed the car!” It was funny as fuck.

Her trip was fun, just working out and Ocarina of Time and I’d have it no other way. Again, one upside to major orthopedic surgery is seeing my family. Soooooooo she left Friday night (her flight got delayed again, ffs) and i spent the weekend doing absolutely fuck all until magic night on Sunday. Dude, two headed dragon is legit and the games go by waaaaaaaay faster.

Positivity can make or break even the strongest willed person. I could be a moody broody bitch through this whole thing but every new bit of mobility I choose to celebrate. It could get old having people in and out of myself but instead I’m spending good quality time with people whom I’ve desperately missed for ages. There’s a light in every dark room, there’s an upside to everything. Even in the midst of seemingly insurmountable shit you can choose to view them as tests or challenges put in place to test your mettle. With all of the appointments and exercises time has flown since surgery day. Shit, I hit 18 months of sobriety the other day…feels like yesterday that I barely squeaked out 6. Alls to say I’m feeling rather fuckin positive about everything. Couldn’t do it without yall, the checkins and niceties keep the tank full and me ready to rumble every morning. Thanks team, go improve someone’s day. Smile at a stranger, tip the waiter 30%, make the world a bit brighter 😊

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