Way back at the end of May I mentioned that I broke my ribs. Then a couple of weeks later I left a cryptic comment in this post that things “didn’t go my way”. Since everyone was nice enough to put up with my complaints, I thought it would be fitting that I let everyone know that I’m doing quite a bit better.
And about that bad weekend…
What happened was this: My back went out. I’ve been typing more or less since I was twelve, so my back is really messed up by now and it goes out from time to time. Well, I was already dealing with pain from my ribs when suddenly the muscles in my lower back spasmed and I couldn’t hold myself up any more. Unable to use my arms properly (in this case, quickly) because of the ribs, I managed to fall face-down on my left side, which is where my broken ribs were. This set the healing process back quite a bit. I didn’t mention this at the time, since everyone had endured enough complaints already. But now that I’m better I feel okay talking about it.
I’ve since recovered fully, although with a new appreciation for how devastating simple mishaps can be. The worst part of this is that I seem to have inflated a bit. A few months of no exercise whatsoever has caused my physique to expand to Jabba-like proportions. Time to do something about that. I may even resort to the drastic measure of direct exercise. I try to keep my exercise limited to manual labor projects or mowing the lawn. (I actually really enjoy mowing.) I need all the exercise I can get, but I hate exercise for it’s own sake. I have a treadmill, but using it feels dull and pointless. I’m using electricity to help me burn energy? How much sense does that make? If I’m going to burn energy, I feel like I should be accomplishing something.
But this is all good. When you have the freedom to choose what sort of elective exercise you want to engage in, it means you are living better than most of humanity. So I’m not complaining. Life, while not perfect, is still pretty darn good.
Thanks for the well-wishes everyone.
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