May 22, 2003 10:07
Yesterday morning I had my last visit with the surgeon. She seemed happy with my progress.
"I don't need to see you again unless you have any problems," she said.
Again, I felt a strange sense of loss. Dr. L. is a wonderful person and I bonded with her through this crisis. But now is the time to move on.
I asked her about exercise and was surprised to hear I can do whatever I want.
"If you lift weights," she said, "just start with light ones. Your body has been set back and you'll have to work up again slowly."
That was no surprise.
Now it is time to call my hot friend, Craig. He is a massage therapist, works out five days a week, and is built like a mini tank. We have had trouble connecting in time and place. But Craig lives a few houses away and told me I can get rides with him to the gym whenever I'm ready to start again.
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