Rugby teams and other dangerous things

Recovery is boring.  There I said it.  It gives a person too much confined time with their own thoughts.  So what epiphanies have I had?  I have found that once I state something as an absolute, "I will never do that", God, the Universe, or Fate promptly responds with a resounding "Challenge Accepted!"

Examples?  Of course!

1.  I will never live in any of the middle states, like North or South Dakota, Nebraska, or Wyoming.  

2.  I would never have back surgery, it is always a bad idea.

3. I would never resort to cannibalism.  

Well, I now live in Nebraska.  There is a reason only 145 people live in the entire state, it's not called a fly over state without good reason.  Stay on the plane and keep flying.  Unless of course that's where your job is, if it is quit complaining and grow where you're planted.

Back surgery, well I've had two in the last couple of months.  I'm telling you, back surgery beats the hell out of screaming pain any day of the week.  And now I got some Titanium!  

Cannibalism, ok we're still clear on that one but I'm staying clear of rugby teams and plane trips over the Andes just to be safe.

The point being, saying "never" is just like like begging to eat your words later.

Monday is my first post op check up.  I'm feeling good overall.  The staples in my back itch like mad but that's to be expected while it's healing.  My dumb left leg, that's an annoyance.  I have always had loose tendons or something in my hips.  Never a problem before but now my left hip will just sort of pop out.  It did this really bad when I first herniated that disc and could barely use my leg at all.  I thought it had gotten better but I noticed it again yesterday while wandering in a circle in our driveway.  Going up hill and turning left makes it slip out.  Nice.  I want to get into physical therapy soon to strengthen the supporting muscles.  Hopefully I'll get cleared to walk more and start building some muscle myself.