Fine. I accept that I’ve overdone it. That I haven’t been resting or allowing myself to get better. That I am impatient, frustrated, and sad. But that I need to stop, take a step back, and do nothing but focus on my recovery.
So plans have been cancelled. Work shifts were dropped. The calendar cleared. I am going against everything in my DNA, but I just cannot bear to drag out this recovery any longer, and my actions have only been working against me.
I will not attempt to live my normal life. I will not hang upside down. I will keep my head elevated above my shoulders. I will hydrate and sleep as much as possible. I will do the best that I can to manage my professional life, even though staring at a computer screen and concentrating for too long are challenging.
This totally and completely blows. But I have accepted my fate.
So after however much time spent traveling, dealing with illness, welcoming house guests, kicking off work projects, and the other usual drama I can never seem to escape from to find time to write, I find myself this afternoon at the vet with my poor pooch. I have a sick puppy.
Nothing starts the day off like cleaning up dog vomit and bloody dog diarrhea. She at least managed to pee outside. Lucky me.
Sigh. Carpet cleaning recommendations, anyone??
Just another day in the life I guess.
I DO NOT LIKE IT HERE!
Stylin’ … while exhibiting common sense with my choice of sensible shoes
My recent visit to my orthopedic surgeon resulted in a “high ankle sprain” injury diagnosis complete with a fitting for an ankle brace. Following doctor’s orders, I am rocking the ankle brace to aid in my recovery — and wow, it has made a world of difference.
When discussing next steps in my healing process, I asked the doctor the obvious question: when could I return to my “normal”, day-to-day activities (thinking primarily of flying trapeze, yoga, etc.)? Her guidance?
“Use common sense.”
Wait, do I have common sense? Where do I rank on the scale of complete Jackass-style idiot to vow of silence-style, never-do-anything-but-chant monk? Continue reading
So I may have mentioned my little trip to the emergency room two weeks ago thanks to an injury that turned out to be a high ankle sprain. Well, as I was laying in the hospital bed, enjoying the sensations of percocet taking over my body while I waited for the x-ray results, a nurse visited me and asked if I would like an HIV test.
Huh? Continue reading