ACL reconstruction...
this one will be a short one. not from lack of potential, but from lack of energy.
in about 5 hours flat, my mom is coming to pick me up and take me to hospital. about 5 hours after that, i should wake up in some hospital room, dedicated to just that.... waking up. a couple of stitched up cuts will hide the crime from the public eye. and underneath there'll be havoc as usual. a piece of my hamstring is coming out, and threaded through some ready drilled hole's in my thigh and shin-bones, only to be secured with a couple of good old carpenters screws....
sound good? i'm sure it will be in about 7 months when my rehab styarts to pay off. for now it means no x-mas party's, no dancing, no bicycling, well no nothing really formost of december. that is nothing except pain and rehab....
if you guys are lucky i'll stick in some pictures off a blue and yellow bruised and cut up leg, once i get back in a state where using a computer is viable.
of course the good part of it all, is no work for all of december. still haven't decided on a job, have a few offers,.... indecision is a lovely procrastinating state of mind.
once i get moderately mobile again, i'll be heading out for a 'signing the contract' session, and then the next at least 7 months of my life will be layed out in detail.
rehab... work... rehab... work... rehab... work... rehab... work... rehab... work... drink... rehab... drink.... sleep... REPEAT TO INFINITY
apart from that "all's well that ends well" or is it "all well's end" or "well's end that end well"???
so see you afterwards......
quote of the[insert arbitrary period of time here]:
Brendan Gill:
"Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious."
currently reading:
nick hornby:
"high fidelity"