In Rehab Again
Eeks. Well, here I am in "rehab" again. Willie Nelson is just running an endless loop through my head -- "In rehab again. Can't believe I'm in rehab again." And before anyone has the time to think it, it's NOT Lindsay-Lohan-rehab, aka Promises, though having a personal chef, yoga & reflexology every day while hanging with Ben Affleck isn't a half-bad idea. (No way I'd want Amy Winehouse for a roomie, though) Hmm, maybe someone should open up a rehab place for stressed out mommies called Serenity. No one coming in the bathroom during an intensely personal moment to tell me that someone isn't sharing the remote. Eating any food you want cause it doesn't matter if there's something on the menu acceptable to the "we eat white rice and that's IT" at the Chinese/Vietnamese/Japanese restaurants. What a dream that is!
Back on track. OK, it's not FORMAL rehab -- I don't have an INJURY -- but am recovering from surgery. That's the hardest thing about it. Things from the surgery have healed up and I'm not in any real pain (and I'm happy, no ecstatic to say that it worked. It worked, it worked, it WORKED!), so having to wait another three weeks before I see the doctor and get cleared is frustrating.
What can I do in this post-surgical rehab? I can walk. No bikes (stationary or mobile), no lifting, no jumping, no bouncing up & down stairs, no swimming, no baths (like I ever got many of those before, anyway), no yoga, no pilates. ARGH! I can walk.
So, first attempt at walking was really laughable. At the Y, on the treadmill, forgot the headphones, so was watching Cash Cab and reading the subtitles. The little old man reading his gardening magazine beside me was (a) completely smoking me, and (b) a little irritated that I was shouting answers at the idiots in the cab. Come ON people, you are from VIRGINIA and you can't remember that Lee surrendered at Appamattox? And the warm weather clothing item named after the islands where the first atomic bombs were tested? BIKINIS. Not Bermuda Shorts. Sheesh. Anyway, so if old man didn't want me to yell the answers at the TV, then he could have shared his headphones with me. But, he smoked me anyway. I did decide that runners in rehab need a funny shirt to wear, so that people will know that I am not excited about plodding along with one foot always on the ground. One More Mile - you listening here? "I'm not lazy, I'm in rehab" "Got rehab?"
18 days and counting........ 18 more days.... 18 more days...... I can do ANYTHING for 18 days!
Back on track. OK, it's not FORMAL rehab -- I don't have an INJURY -- but am recovering from surgery. That's the hardest thing about it. Things from the surgery have healed up and I'm not in any real pain (and I'm happy, no ecstatic to say that it worked. It worked, it worked, it WORKED!), so having to wait another three weeks before I see the doctor and get cleared is frustrating.
What can I do in this post-surgical rehab? I can walk. No bikes (stationary or mobile), no lifting, no jumping, no bouncing up & down stairs, no swimming, no baths (like I ever got many of those before, anyway), no yoga, no pilates. ARGH! I can walk.
So, first attempt at walking was really laughable. At the Y, on the treadmill, forgot the headphones, so was watching Cash Cab and reading the subtitles. The little old man reading his gardening magazine beside me was (a) completely smoking me, and (b) a little irritated that I was shouting answers at the idiots in the cab. Come ON people, you are from VIRGINIA and you can't remember that Lee surrendered at Appamattox? And the warm weather clothing item named after the islands where the first atomic bombs were tested? BIKINIS. Not Bermuda Shorts. Sheesh. Anyway, so if old man didn't want me to yell the answers at the TV, then he could have shared his headphones with me. But, he smoked me anyway. I did decide that runners in rehab need a funny shirt to wear, so that people will know that I am not excited about plodding along with one foot always on the ground. One More Mile - you listening here? "I'm not lazy, I'm in rehab" "Got rehab?"
18 days and counting........ 18 more days.... 18 more days...... I can do ANYTHING for 18 days!
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