Off Topic

The following random post will not have anything to do with my wrist.  It is merely a reflection on my life recently.  I apologize if you don't find it the least bit funny.  It's actually not supposed to be funny, so please don't laugh.

I'm not really a religious person, never have been.  I was the 5 year old who asked my mom where God came from.  Terrified, she told me to ask my pastor, which I promptly did.  When he replied, "He's always been here", I didn't buy it.  Recently, however, I've started to think that somebody or something has my life mapped out for me already.  Have you ever thought about that?  I mean, really, things seem to constantly fall into place.  Maybe I'm just the luckiest person in the world, but just when I am sure that my life is in shambles and I have no clue what I am doing or where I am going, something happens or someone comes along to make sense of it all.  Every time, without fail, it falls into place.

Something has to be responsible for that.  Whether it's God or Buddha or even just plain fate, something is making this happen.  I would say it's karma, but I don't think I have done nearly enough good deeds to deserve such a wonderful life full of so many wonderful people.  That's another thing I have started to realize- my life has been made so much better by the people around me.  Sure, my own goals and decisions have improved my situation (somewhat), but I would be nowhere without my friends and family.  I am so blessed to have all of you.

I guess whoever is mapping out my life is trying to equal the playing field a bit- absolutely nothing good has come from me breaking my wrist.  Unless you count not having to lift stuff for work anymore a 'benefit.'  Actually...now that I think about it...breaking my wrist kept me from spending a summer in Costa Rica.  This is going to sound crazy, but if I had gone, I might have missed out on something really great things this spring/summer.  And that would be a real tragedy.

But let's see- I was set on going to UGA for undergrad for a solid year.  Once I got in, I randomly decided to go to Charleston instead.  I didn't have a phenomenal time when I visited or even care about the campus so much, but for some reason I changed my mind.  If  had gone to UGA, I would have missed out on a 5 year relationship that impacted my life in so many MANY positive ways.  If I had never been in that relationship, I might not have ever moved to Denver.  And I don't even need to explain how sad that would be.  I didn't play volleyball in college, which I have always seen as a mistake.  But what if I had?   Would I have the friends I have now?  Would I be ripped with mannish muscle?  Probably.  But really, why didn't I want to play?  And then, why did I decide to go to Beaver Creek on a terrible icey day in April?  I wouldn't have broken my wrist, but my life might be extremely different right now.

I'm telling you- it may not seem like it at the time, but things are all coming together in their own mysterious, twisted way.

Anyways, I hope all of you have had or will have the same luck that I have had.  Maybe my Aunt Shirley is in heaven, helpin' me out.  If she's the one controlling all the good things in my life, I hope each one of you has an Aunt Shirley to watch out for you one day too.

Last appointment...hopefully

Well, folks...I had what was supposed to be my last doctor's appointment yesterday morning.  I went into the doctor's office with only the worst case scenarios in mind.  Is he going to put me back in a hard cast?  Maybe I'll spring for the glow-in-the-dark this time... Is he going to say I need surgery?  Maybe I'll get some good pain meds... Is he going to lecture me again for not being careful enough?  Maybe I'll come up with a smart ass comeback this time...After spending a fun filled weekend in Lake Tahoe for the 4th, I felt like I had done my wrist a few disservices.  I wasn't exactly careful with it.  I wore the splint on the jet ski...but I'm not sure it made any difference. It just got really wet and made my arm all prune-y.  The constant lifting of beer and cocktails was also quite the strain on my arm.  I didn't notice the soreness until the following day though...I wonder why.  Oh, and then there was the mini-golf.  I didn't wear my splint while I played because it was still soaked from the jet ski ride. Now that I think about it though, I don't think the mini-golf hurt me much.  I tried to keep it as straight as possible while I putted, which probably explains why I had, BY FAR, the worst score of our 8 person group.

I also completely forgot to put extra sunscreen on the pale half of my arm, so I now have a tri-colored arm.  Tan fingers. Red hand. White tan line from a hair tie I wore at the lake. Red forearm.  Tan elbow.  It's quite the look.  Dr. Heyman actually said "Well, it doesn't look too swollen.  But, I'm trying to figure out why you are so bruised."  He cracked a smile when I told him it was just a purple sunburn.

Final verdict- I was cleared.  Unrestricted.  Finished.  Done like a turkey on Thanksgiving. Stick a fork in me. Dun-zo. Tupac must be alive.

If I still have pain in 2 months, I have to go back.  Everyone, please cross your fingers for me that I never have to go back to that awful, awful place.  I have this fear that he mixed up the x-rays or something, and I'm going to get a call this afternoon saying that I need an amputation.  For right now, though, I am going to try and accept that I am once again a 2-handed human being. 

If you don't mind, I will issue one more complaint about this whole situation (for old times sake).  I had finally adjusted to asking people for help all the time.  Now I have to actually lift stuff on my own again!  Lame.  I could have other people cut my toenails and tie my shoes. And when I say 'other people', I really mean Anne Lee.  I also had a real reason to whine about laundry.  You can't always complain about laundry, because everyone has to do it.  But, having only my left hand, my friends and family actually let me get away with feeling sorry for myself on laundry day...and almost every other day.  Most of all, though, I had something to talk about.  What the heck am I going to talk about now?

Ok, yes, I realize that was more like 4 complaints, but who's really counting?

Countdown to recovery:  -1 day.  I'm marking July 6th an official JCM holiday.  I think I'll do handstands every year on July 6th in celebration.