I’m not sure what crawled up mother natures butt this year, but I think it’s high time she gets an enema. It’s the second week of March, and for the past two nights we’ve had heavy snow falls. The plow machines woke me from a sex dream at 4:45 a.m. today. Just what I needed: something else trying to get in the way of me and my orgasm. Sighhhhh…. Since I was up and sexually frustrated, I thought to myself “why not check the weather forecast.” Looks like we’re in for more snow over the next few days. WTF Madame Earth — WTF? Not funny — look around bitch; nobody’s laughing but you. Let me tell you something else: CRUTCHES AND SNOW DO NOT MIX — you have no idea how difficult it is to stay upright while crutching on ice.
This morning I met with my new physiotherapist, and I was bummed to hear I still have up to four weeks of recovery. The good news is I’m allowed on the spin bike for a max of 20 minutes a day, as long as I keep the load light. YIPPEEEE. A ray of light at the end of this shit tunnel. I’m going to crutch my way straight to the gym after work and ride that bike. I’d leave the crutch at home, but my therapist told me no more limping around. I’ve been instructed to use at least one crutch at all times. I don’t normally listen when a man tells me what to do, but in this case I think it’s in my best interest.
All-in-all I feel pretty good about this morning’s session. Knowing I can get some type of exercise in made my day. It’s the little things you see, like puppies and rainbows, that make the world go round. Puppies, rainbows, and wine.