I am on my way to minor surgery. Should not be a big issue but everyone I know get nerves we did not know we had running as it nears. I am superstitious and there are things that just freak me out. Like hearing “we don’t talk anymore” by Cliff Richard just when I got in my car in 1980 when my high school sweetheart broke off the relationship. We never did not speak again. Wonder where she is? Almost 30 years ago and I remember that so I guess the concussion is better?
Well, I use my I-Pod on the stereo as a alarm. I set it on random play for my songs and each morning I wake to a gem. Today, I woke to Don McLean singing “American Pie”. You may not know the song but it goes.
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
So I am sure I will be fine as all my superstitions never come true. But what was god thinking with this wake up call? I am taking it as a sign to be real careful and not to take recovery from anesthesia and minor surgery without great care and concern.
Especially for a 46 year old who needs to lose 50 pounds…
As a side note, I noted today I have a bruise from mid-chest all the way up to the shoulder. It goes from about an inch wide at the bottom to 5 inches wide at the shoulder. I can lift my arm about shoulder height but not higher. It is still painful! Well, I can take Advil later today and I have looked forward to that since crashing the bike Saturday!
UPDATE: Surgery went fine. ACL issues were negligible… calcium issue means about 6 weeks before we run. I am loopy and going to rest (Update posted 2:30 PM Friday the 17th of July)