Sasky (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} saskypants) wrote,@ 2008-06-10 09:32:00 |
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I haven't updated in a long time. I had to look back to see where I left off.
Ahh yes... The broken ankle adventures. Well, the ankle is still mending, but it's a lot better now that it's had 8 weeks to heal. 4 weeks on crutches, then limping around with the brace. And now I'm weaning myself off the brace. I have to say, health insurance is pretty awesome. I go to a physical therapist twice a week who really kicks my ass into shape. Or ankle, as it were. Lately it's been like a full gym workout, with lots of time on the treadmill and jumping around. Sweating and panting as a well-built gentleman sits there watching you hop on one leg... there's really nothing like it.
I had enough time to heal so that I could leave the crutches at home for our 1-year anniversary vacation:
http://photobucket.com/STJ2008
It's been 10 days since we returned... and the depression of coming back to reality has not subsided. The last few days it has actually gotten worse. I want to wear a bathing suit and flip flops every day, I want to hike through woods with the bugs and the birds, I want to be dirty and sweaty, I want to work on a boat on the waves serving happy people drinks, I want everything to be a 10-minute drive away.
This wearing real clothes, driving in traffic on highways, sitting at desks in air conditioning... It feels wrong. That's the best word for it. And there's no way out. I have to keep reminding myself that I do this so that I can go to the places that feel right. This is what people do. This is life.
Once I start planning a new trip, things will feel better again.
Ahh yes... The broken ankle adventures. Well, the ankle is still mending, but it's a lot better now that it's had 8 weeks to heal. 4 weeks on crutches, then limping around with the brace. And now I'm weaning myself off the brace. I have to say, health insurance is pretty awesome. I go to a physical therapist twice a week who really kicks my ass into shape. Or ankle, as it were. Lately it's been like a full gym workout, with lots of time on the treadmill and jumping around. Sweating and panting as a well-built gentleman sits there watching you hop on one leg... there's really nothing like it.
I had enough time to heal so that I could leave the crutches at home for our 1-year anniversary vacation:
http://photobucket.com/STJ2008
It's been 10 days since we returned... and the depression of coming back to reality has not subsided. The last few days it has actually gotten worse. I want to wear a bathing suit and flip flops every day, I want to hike through woods with the bugs and the birds, I want to be dirty and sweaty, I want to work on a boat on the waves serving happy people drinks, I want everything to be a 10-minute drive away.
This wearing real clothes, driving in traffic on highways, sitting at desks in air conditioning... It feels wrong. That's the best word for it. And there's no way out. I have to keep reminding myself that I do this so that I can go to the places that feel right. This is what people do. This is life.
Once I start planning a new trip, things will feel better again.
