I got dressed through the mess and put a smile on my face
I got a little bit stronger"
I cannot even begin to explain the weight those words had or how I felt when they were spoken. I thought I had cried all the tears I could cry over this injury but it seems I had a helluva reserve. The worst part of this is there is no answer for why I’m not healing, sometimes these things just take time. I go back for another follow-up in four weeks and we’ll go from there. In the meantime I am to continue doing what I have been doing; xtraining, playing it safe with the crutches when it hurts, taking calcium & vitamin D, etc… oh and all the races I had planned for the fall are shelved.
2011 = The Year of the DNS
I am currently looking in to amputation.
I hadn't planned on posting again this week but I need your guys' input on a very serious debate Spike and I have going on right now.Do you get naked in the communal shower?
I've talked about my aversion to naked people before, my old gym in Lansing being the capital of naked here in the mid-Michigan area with their only redeeming quality being, at least they had shower stalls where I could get naked in peace without being visually accosted by all the other naked people in range. It's not that I'm insecure with my body or anything, it's just that if I wanted all that nakedness in my life I'd join a nudist colony. Or become an extra on a porn set. You see, I'm just not "in" to letting it all hang out like that and would rather avoid those that are. (Ok there was that one time at Fantasy Fest in my early 20's but that was a long time ago...) Am I really so weird for feeling this way? Should I be frolicking around the locker rooms sporting only the freckles the angels* graced me with?
*My grandma always told me that my freckles were angel kisses. Gotta love the lies you're told as a child. It's skin cancer just waiting to happen grandma!!!