I am assuming that anyone who had the ability to go online and actually read this blog has seen the movie Groundhog Day. The movie staring Bill Murray and the ground hog Pauxataunee Phil (sp?). It is a classic and if you have not seen it well………..skip this post then.

Everyday for me feels like FRICKIN’ Groundhog day. I think I have entered the week after/no noticeable improvement/antsy/crappy medicine feeling/ depressed/feel sorry for myself stage of recovering! I get up in the morning and call Frank to put my brace on or otherwise I can’t get out of bed. Today was exciting though because it was shower day! Instead of getting dressed immediately Frank put my brace on and I took a shower. Then he switched my wet brace pads with dry ones, dressed me and then put the brace back on. I try to shower at least everyother day becasue it is a hassle.

Then I eat breakfast and go online to check my email and see if I have anything good. Nope, not today! Should I walk to the coffee shop? Probably not because I am not sure if I am suppose to be doing that yet.

If I do go to the coffee shop can I handle everyone staring at the freak with a brace. Then there is the question………”I hope you don’t mind me asking but what happend?” I am tempted to say that it is a new Australian fashion and simply having my collar up was not enough so I went for a collar extension! I could also throw in a Derek Zoolander “blue steel” look just for effect. However, I usually tell them the truth.

I then sit around thinking all day of what I can do or should do but usually end up falling asleep. Around three o’clock I will put on some blue jeans and get out of my lounge pants so at least it feels like I could do something or if someone were to come it would look like I had not been sitting around like a sack all day. That sort of makes me feel good.

Frank runs, goes to work, goes to the gym cooks dinner while I sit and watch. He has been a great help but I feel terrible asking him to do everything even though he does not mind. This is coming from a guy (myself) who is rather stubborn and likes to do everything himself and not ask for help. Becca would get soo pissed at me because I never asked for help which I agree was deserved but now I am forced to ask all of the time. See I can change!

At night Frank takes off the brace and I have my pee bottle and pills by the bed because once the brace if off I am confined to the bed.

Then what do you know the morning comes and it starts all over again with nothing really changing except the color of the shirt I wear! Groundhog Day Sucks!

I was just looking at my arms though and since I have not been able to shave I am getting pretty hairy. Maybe I could change stuff up a bit and try waxing again. Plus, with my medicine it probably would not hurt as bad ripping out all of my hair. The only problem is that I can’t get all of the hard to reach areas. Could I get any help?

Sorry for all the complaints but it is the truth………………………

later,
g.