Glad You're Gone 2013. Don't Come Back.

2014 had better be a kinder gentler year or I'll ...well I guess I'll do nothing, but I will sure be annoyed if its not!  I spent too much time beat up in 2013. I really thought the broken wrist recovery at the beginning of the year was the worst thing that was going to happen.  Turns out, not so much.  

So far the first 2 days of 2014 have listened to my wishes for a non-eventful year.  So that's good.  I feel great today, I worked my half day and nothing bad happened. I even trekked out into the "real world" to take care of a work issue.  I had to park my work truck in a snow and ice covered parking lot, eek!  Very Scary!  So, I held into my and everyone else's cars on the way into the building.  Then to get into the offices, you have to go through a long underground tunnel.  Longest walk ever and man, I am slow.  You know those time lapse films where everyone is moving in fast forward and one person is just sort of standing there?  That was me.  I was passed by everyone but hey, I made it!  

I've been dedicating an hour a day to walking on my treadmill and now that I'm entering the land of the living I picked up a pedometer thingy so I could get credit for that walking too.  There is a prize for the person who walks the most and I want to win it.  Oh wait, no there isn't... so I guess it's just for my personal satisfaction.  Wait, I don't like that either.  Once I walk some distance that I'll determine at a later date I'm going to buy myself a new PRS guitar or a shiny new horse or something.  So there is now a prize and I will win it!  Yeah! 

I am also doing about a thousand different physical therapy excercises.  Some of them are pretty brutal, like those wall slide chair sit things.  A wall is not a chair, a chair has legs and my legs think I should be aware of that fact.  A lot of the excercises are on the floor though.  So I have found that I am most aware something bad has happened to me when I am struggling to get back up off the ground afterwards.  You've seen 11 month olds struggling to stand, dragging themselves up with any available piece of furniture so they can teeter for a moment looking pleased?  Well, picture that on a 44 year old.  It's just not as endearing (it might even verge on sad) but it is what it is.  

I get some twinges, some minor aches and pains but the truth is I feel much better than before I was bolted together.  I'll keep following doctor's orders and listening to my body (unless it just my thighs yelling that I should just find a chair already as I'm doing my PT excercises) and keep on healing.