I had my first post-surgical check-up yesterday.
Ever the optimist, I felt confident that the doctor would take a look at my x-rays, prescribe a week or two of physical therapy and then life would go back to usual. The whole accident thing would be nothing but an amusing anecdote by the year's end.
ThisSadly, it turns out that my cheerful confidence in my body's healing powers was a wee bit unrealistic. I am healing well, but I'm healing slowly. I still can't drive, and the doctor won't even discuss riding until I've completed six full weeks of twice weekly therapy.
delusional happy mindset was reinforced when I noticed this knock off Remington decorating the doctor's waiting room. I'm sure there's supposed to be reins and a gun, but to my mind, this looks like a guy riding a horse with not one but two slings. Awesome!
That is not what I wanted to hear.
I suppose I should have seen this coming, but somehow I'd managed to convince myself that all would be well soon. I'm adjusting to the new reality, but it's been a rough day for me emotionally. I'm tired of being injured. Can I just push the fast forward button and have it be 2014?