1 Week

Hey, if you ever need a good cry, watch the season finale of Six Feet Under right after your mom leaves you after perhaps your best visit with her ever. Talk about emotional discharge! Holy mackerel. I'm a wreck!

I think the only thing that will make me feel better is either fish & chips from the Chip Shop or chips and guacamole at any one of six nearby Mexican restaurants. Whatever I do tonight, chips will be served.

So, I made it to the one 1 week mark. On one hand, I can't believe how fast it's gone by. On the other, I'm sick of wearing this brace, sick of walking with crutches, and feel like the recovery is never going to end. Blah. Then I think of how incredibly lucky I am in so many ways and then feel like a complete jerk for dwelling on a condition that is only temporary.

A friend of mine asked me if I wanted to go skydiving this summer. No way. Can you imagine risking breaking both my legs and/or every other bone in my body right after I get my knee and leg back to 100? No way, Jose. No way.