Well all the poking fun at me is hard to get over, but taken in good fun. Today however has been a little bit harder to get through. As the actual day and time for a surgery on my shoulder draws closer, I am feeling a bit of anxiety over the whole issue. I received a phone call this afternoon from the Hospital with instructions on preparing for the surgery. This all put it into perspective that it is really happening. Now while the actual surgery is certainly needed as the pain in my shoulder this evening for sure is nearing nausea point. The thought of actually not being whole anymore is one issue that is striking me hard. The other issue is the recovery time frame that I was informed about.
I guess throughout my __ years of life I have done pretty well for myself. With all the recreational and adventure activities that I enjoy doing, as well as my two full time jobs and the potential for physical injury there, I have never had to be hospitalized or had any work done on me. Maybe I'm just not as extreme as I thought I was and just because I enjoy a Red Bull every now and then doesn't make me a super star (although you'd have a tough time convincing my kids of that, which is, I guess the way it's supposed to be.)
I have had a few stitches growing up, but never a broken bone, or a large enough laceration that I have any scars from. So the thought of having to finally have things sewn back together and items reattached to bones is kinda disheartening. I guess it's a sign of growing older and not being the perfect specimen of a human being the one dreams they are. Of course the fact that I am sitting her eating Krispy Kreme doughnuts and drinking hot chocolate probably would also be an outward sign that I'm probably not all that perfect of a specimen anyway, but hey, who could pass up a Krispy Kreme doughnut? Especially a professional crime fighter. Their are mandatory stereotypical food that we are required by law to consume.
The next portion of my dis pare lies with the fact that once I have been reassembled I will be immobile for longer than I car to imagine. Ok, I've already discussed the fact that I am probably going to be kicked out of the house by the second day. I am currently in the market for a really nice camp trailer if anyone has one available. I figure that by the end of the second week, I had better get some place of my own so that my wife won't be able to hear me whine anymore. The nicer the trailer the better, but please don't tell her how nice it is or any of the girls because they may want to come move in too. Or, I guess they could do that and then I can go back to the house.
Anyway, I will be laid up for a while and will not be able to return to work full time or participate in my favorite outdoor activities for a while. This is going to be hard for me. I am not one that likes to be dormant (or is it a door mat? I guess they both would kinda suck.)
Please send prayers my way and wish me luck on this new journey. Who knows, if I start the process of having everything replaced, maybe I can become the Bionic Man and live forever.
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