So here we are. I am home. I am comfortable. And I am officially on an eight-week "no weight on the left leg" restriction.
You might think being stuck on the couch would be a recipe
for boredom. And you would be right, but it is also a recipe for reflection.
And for catching up on all the books I have been meaning to read. And for
watching sports with the kind of dedication that would make a professional
scout proud.
I have already started my list:
·
Read three books I have been putting off.
·
Finish a few posts for this blog.
·
Watch the Blue Jays. They are doing well, and I
am not jinxing that by saying anything more.
·
Learn to navigate crutches like a pro. (I am
making progress. Nobody has been injured. Yet.)
The first few days have been a blur of naps, painkillers,
and the occasional attempt to hop to the kitchen. I have not quite mastered the
"hop and carry a coffee cup" maneuver, but I am optimistic.
One thing I did not expect? The sheer amount of time it
takes to do anything. A trip to the bathroom is now a journey of epic
proportions. Getting a glass of water requires strategy. Answering the door?
That has become an Olympic event.
But you know what? I am okay with that. It forces me to slow
down. And slowing down, at least for me, has never been a bad thing.
So, if you see me on crutches, give me a wave. I will be the
one shuffling along, looking determined, and slightly out of breath. And if you
have any book recommendations, send them my way. I have eight weeks to fill,
and I am ready.
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