SouthernN'Proud
Southern Discomfort
Gonna be gone this weekend. Going hiking. Major hiking. For the first time since the mohunkin surgery.
I ain't sure I can physically do it. I'll know by Sunday though dammit.
I keep learning more about the surgery I went through. If what I'm told is accurate, 100 people could have it done. 30 or so live a year. Of those, maybe 2 have any semblence of a normal life.
I'm fairly active. I work. I garden. I fish. I'm gonna find out if I can hike. I eat what I please within limits, just smaller portions. I still have pain, and I still have days when I can't eat without forcing myself to do it. But they're rare.
A nurse friend of mine who I went to high school with told me that my present circumstances would be comparable to around 130 people walking into a room and 1 walking out, and I'm the one. I don't intend to waste that. I was given this level of recovery for a reason. It's mine to take advantage of or to squander.
So into the forest primeval I go. Got about 35-45 miles planned total with frequent stops along the way. Plenty of ascent/descent to keep things interesting. It's about 65% my pre-surgery pace, but it's enough of a test for now.I'm taking the digitalisticalized thingamabobdoohickeywhatsitcameracontraption with me as we are headed into North Carolina's famed waterfall district near Highlands. With any luck I'll be back Sunday evening.
***special release for Gonz***
Speaking of Sunday...that's Tennessee Secession Day. Fly them flags proud one and all. Let the world know we still got unfinished business. Whistle Dixie. Spit on a $5 bill. Throw pennies at transplanted yankees. It's fun. Deo vindice and that hopefully right soon.
I ain't sure I can physically do it. I'll know by Sunday though dammit.
I keep learning more about the surgery I went through. If what I'm told is accurate, 100 people could have it done. 30 or so live a year. Of those, maybe 2 have any semblence of a normal life.
I'm fairly active. I work. I garden. I fish. I'm gonna find out if I can hike. I eat what I please within limits, just smaller portions. I still have pain, and I still have days when I can't eat without forcing myself to do it. But they're rare.
A nurse friend of mine who I went to high school with told me that my present circumstances would be comparable to around 130 people walking into a room and 1 walking out, and I'm the one. I don't intend to waste that. I was given this level of recovery for a reason. It's mine to take advantage of or to squander.
So into the forest primeval I go. Got about 35-45 miles planned total with frequent stops along the way. Plenty of ascent/descent to keep things interesting. It's about 65% my pre-surgery pace, but it's enough of a test for now.I'm taking the digitalisticalized thingamabobdoohickeywhatsitcameracontraption with me as we are headed into North Carolina's famed waterfall district near Highlands. With any luck I'll be back Sunday evening.
***special release for Gonz***
Speaking of Sunday...that's Tennessee Secession Day. Fly them flags proud one and all. Let the world know we still got unfinished business. Whistle Dixie. Spit on a $5 bill. Throw pennies at transplanted yankees. It's fun. Deo vindice and that hopefully right soon.
No Subway around there?