In what I now refer to as happy sleepy time, I got my shit done. Once I get a digital copy of my x-ray showing my newly screwed and aligned metatarsal, be sure it will grace this site. It looks friggin sizick. I feel like Steve Austin. Not Stonecold, but 6 million dollar guy. My leg is still numb, and I have no need for the prescribed vicoden, yet. But, I'm told I will.
Being partially crippled sucks. Being put in a bulky splint sucks. Being on crutches sucks. Everything about the post op of this surgery blows. I know it's not major surgery, but man its very irritating having to deal with this shit. I hate the fact that my leg itches in places unreachable without some make-shift-abortion style metal hanger. I feel that to reach the proverbial fetus of my itches, I need to delve deep into the even more proverbial vagina of my bulky splint so that I may perform the necessary proverbial abortion. Wow, what a metaphor, or proverb. Yes, with all those things proverbial, it must be a proverb.
I went to capoeira today. I watched Nick and Freddie do a class by themselves... no one else showed up. They were doing such cool shit. Stuff they would never show the beginners because we still need to work on our basics. It made me itch (a proverbial itch) for capoeira even more and when i could take it no longer, I left. Nick's presribed pushups, sit-ups stretches and birembau playing while I recover. I'm still gonna go to class, if only to see the crew and hang out.
None of my blogs have yet to have a central theme or message. This one does not either. I wonder if its a good or bad thing. I think its good because its a more free form style of blog, in which my actual thoughts are conveyed as closely as they are thought. But, bad because it's typically not fun to read some wierdo's free form thoughts. I hope i'm not just another weirdo.
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