the princess is in another castle

I’ve perked up a bit over the last day or so. I left surgery center equipped with rules, I’m not supposed to bend over, lay flat, exert myself, or blow my nose. I’ve only broken the first and third.

It’s extremely difficult for me to sit in one spot for long periods of time. I really overdid it yesterday, I ran errands, bought clothes, went to dinner with a friend. I cleaned, I fed Liz, I did laundry. I don’t at all like being laid up, vulnerable, helpless. One of the most frustrating times of the last 4 years was after I dropped into a half pipe at Eisenberg’s and jacked my foot sideways. I couldn’t walk for almost 2 months, and it was 10 months before I could jog on a treadmill without pain. I was so pissed off at being helpless I was left-foot-driving my car within 2 weeks of the spill.

I cooked a full breakfast this morning, consisting of blueberry whole grain pancakes, eggs with sausage and mushrooms, oven warmed syrup, sausage and whole grain toast on the side. E came over to eat, and afterward we dragged out the old school Nintendo.

I may need to just stop for a second and bask in the glory of how dope I am. I still won Super Mario Bros. original within 10 minutes of hooking up the console, after it’s sat in the closet for years. The middle finger belongs to Eilene.