It’ll be 3 weeks since the accident, tomorrow. I can tell improvement in my ribs, but they are still painful when I try and lift weights and things like that. My back is considerably less painful than it was a couple weeks ago. The pain pills are really just to get me through the workouts and long sits in my wheelchair, now.
The weekends are lighter here. At 8:30 I practiced dressing myself with a little help from Jessica. I managed to get pants on this time. It went alright.
At 11am I had group exercise, which somehow involved me telling everyone about trends and market research with Papa John’s and McDonald’s. The therapist was overjoyed when I told her the garlic sauce is not actually butter at all, has 150 calories if you consume the entire cup, and is mainly sesame seed oil, which has good fat. Out of 17 grams of fat, only 3 of those are saturated. No trans fat. The rest is all “good” fat. Anyway, I digress…
I felt great after group exercise and wanted to try standing up again, but with the light activity on the weekend had to wait until after 1 for a trainer to be there (like a lifeguard at a pool). My parents helped me get into the standup contraption thingy (see day 7) and I was able to stand for 45 minutes. Way better than yesterday. Clearly having the blood pumping is key.
Throughout the day I taught my parents how to do some of the admin stuff I have to do for PJs, so they can help out. They are awesome.
We decided to break out of the hospital and go catch a movie. I got to video chat with Rebecca a bit on the way, which was pretty sweet. Her brother, Chris, just got to Mozambique to visit with her and help her as she gets ready to move back to the US.
The sidewalks were pretty slanted so that required a lot of effort in pushing the wheelchair, but the movie was awesome. We saw “Oz”, which is like a prequel to the Wizard of Oz. It was really very good, I thought. Really original. There were, ironically, 2 times in the movie that involved a person or thing that couldn’t walk and was very outspoken about how much they wanted to be able to walk again. That was a little tough.
We were going to have dinner out after that but I was feeling pretty rough from being in the wheelchair so long. So we headed back and I got in bed for some checkers and mexican train domino’s. I won every game. I’m starting to think they are letting me.
I don’t have any pics today other than one with my increasingly skinny dad:
Seriously, dad, eat more.
Speaking of which, I weighed in - including workout clothes, brace, and shoes - at 189 today. I’m not sure how much all that stuff weighs but I figure that puts me at about 186-187. That’s really light for me. I’m scared I’m losing too much leg muscle from the weeks of inactivity there.
Okay I’ll end this one on a Psalm which made me cry like a baby tonight when I read it out loud. Especially verse 3. Psalm 6:2-10 -
2 Have compassion on me, Lord, for I am weak.
Heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony.
3 I am sick at heart.
How long, O Lord, until you restore me?4 Return, O Lord, and rescue me.
Save me because of your unfailing love.
5 For the dead do not remember you.
Who can praise you from the grave?[b]6 I am worn out from sobbing.
All night I flood my bed with weeping,
drenching it with my tears.
7 My vision is blurred by grief;
my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.8 Go away, all you who do evil,
for the Lord has heard my weeping.
9 The Lord has heard my plea;
the Lord will answer my prayer.
10 May all my enemies be disgraced and terrified.
May they suddenly turn back in shame.
G’night,
Chip
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