Because of some event last Sunday my mobility has been severely limited. Even this morning I am unable to put weight on my left hip, and walking is still out of the question, though I feel as if I am improving at a sloth-like pace.
Once again I am blogging via iPad since my laptop is locked in the basement and I am still incapable of managing to the stairs to get it. It’s almost as if I never expected to debilitate myself on Sunday’s ride. Go figure.
Yesterday I hobbled over to Colony Square for lunch. I (incorrectly) thought it would be a shorter hobble than Crescent Avenue, and I wanted to mail my mother’s Easter card (which will most likely be late now). Thankfully crossing 14th and Peachtree proved to be not as challenging as I feared, but what a workout! By the time I got to Tin Drum I was sweating, and upon returning to my cubicle I was almost comically damp. I guess better to injure myself before Atlanta’s summer heat arrives.
By and large people have been courteous to me as a crip; they have opened doors, most have provided ample clearance for my hobbling, and one of my new coworkers carried my coffee cup to my desk. I have yet to encounter my Florence Nightingale however, perhaps that will happen today.
By the time I leave work tonight (weird to type that after nine months) I am hoping to be in a condition to eat dinner out after work. I have run out of leftovers, and have not had the strength to stand long enough to wash dishes. And, even with a tote bag getting things from point A to point B is a royal pain in the ass, especially if they are not completely sealed.
For me tomorrow is the start of a four day weekend, and if I hadn’t been such an idiot last Sunday I would be excited at the thought of getting out for some mileage on the bike in preparation for BRAG’s Spring Tune Up next weekend. I may wind up skipping STU completely depending on my condition. However, I will leave that decision until next week.
Hope your Thursday is a great one.