Because you demanded it! Update on the state of Young Geoffrey's Corpus!
Funny thing about my state of mind following my my recent sports injury: I wasn't unhappy or upset about it. Quite the opposite. Sunday afternoon and evening found my smiling and laughing, despite the fact I could barely hobble up or down the stairs and that settling onto the toilet was a task that took me about 75 seconds to perform.
Despite it all, I realized I was happy. I felt as if I'd won a lottery, not like I was in a significant amount of pain.
And looking back at my recent self, I realized that I've been really quite happy a lot more than I used to be. Credit for some of it goes to the presence of Raven in my life, no doubt, but I don't think that's all of it. It seems almost as if I've entered into another, less angsty phase of life; though I risk jinxing myself, it feels like a new normal. Is this really what fifty feels like?
Meanwhile, due to the overwhelming deluge* of concern and curiosity about my recent sports injury, I am also happy to report that things seem to be healing apace.
By happy, I mean really happy. Never mind soccer, on Sunday I was worried I might miss one or more days of work - always problematic when you're on-call and don't have any paid sick-leave. But before yesterday was done, I was able to make my way downstairs in normal fashion, one leg after the other. Going up was harder, but I was able to do it, though I winced a lot when I put weight on my right foot and started to lift (in fact, sometimes I just limped up).
This morning, I find myself able to veritably bounce down the stairs and going up hurts considerably less than it did. And I'll be going into the office in a couple of hours and have virtually no concerns about spending four or five hours behind the wheel of a van. Bending down to pick something off of the floor still requires some acrobatics with my right leg, but I don't think I'll have any trouble lifting luggage into the back of the vehicle.
I think I will miss this Sunday's game, but more because Raven - who has had a brutal month-and-a-half at her office - is in serious need of a road-trip, and I've agreed to doing a weekend in Montreal with her.
All of which is to say, It could have been a hell of a lot worse.
*Overwhelming deluge being here defined as a number > or < than 1.
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