It Still Hurts: Six Weeks and Counting

It definitely still hurts, even after six weeks of medication and being restrained by a sling. The emotional and physical pain comes with bouts of sleep depredation, with not having permission to drive even locally, and then enduring 12 sessions of physical therapy (non-weight bearing). Even with all that the worst part is being on Home Lockup. Don't get me wrong, I love my home and everything that goes with it but hey....being told that for six weeks I was to avoid crowds. End result,the weight comes on. Oh, yea, a good 10 pounds of spare tire has developed. My pants are now officially too tight. Not the new skinny jeans tight either. No, belly bulge tight.
The large electric ice box has become like a friend. There is always something in there to gain my attention. And most items found there if not already opened can be opened with one hand, very conveniently I might add. The refrig also serves as a night light during the long extended bouts of insomnia. So after putting a nice snack together and grabbing a cold refreshing beverage it is off to the TV set, my other late night buddy.Try to get comfortable, which is an adventure in itself at the sofa and then click the on switch while simulataneously changing the channel from NEWS12, I then proceed to  faithfully watch "five seconds of everything" as my bride has exclaimed on more than one occasion. It should be noted that my bride has become like my own personal butler by helping me dress, loop a belt,  tie my shoes, and of course drive me to my many appointments. She's a keeper and she prays for my medical clearance every moment...or at least that is what it sounds like.
After the morning sun and having my coffee it is off to the showers. Try washing your hair one handed or toweling off. Missed a few spots. You bet I did. Shaving is non-existent so it's off the Sal The Barber once a week for a HOT TOWEL SHAVE. I look almost human again. The bride smiles.
As a reward for both of us I suggest going out to dinner. Forgetting I only have one hand and can not cut steak, I order a Aha Tuna. Oh well. However, I do apply ice faithfully to the wound and throw a few down while I'm out to dinner. Both relieve the pain somewhat and aided in sleep that evening.
Six weeks and counting.   Jazzbus@gmail.com