Walk your dog. They love you, but they aren't into your "challenges"- they just want to walk with you.7mos has arrived. I can see how much progress has been made and clearly see there is a lot to go.
Only use the cane to go upstairs and do cool martial arts sword shit now.
The dedication to rehab has paid off for sure.
I am generally healthier now than before the break (other than the leg) so that is one good thing about this process.
Gym is now a good habit and it makes me happy where not much else does. Certainly living in a rut and generally not real happy. The mental side has taken a toll on how I feel about myself and life. I guess sort of depressed on and off.
Tuesday I went to do an MRI for my shoulder so I can do a cortisone shot and failed to get in that fucking little tube. My shoulders are too wide and as soon as they said pull your elbows in to clear access and started sliding me in with pressure holding my arms still my anxiety went to the moon and I bailed out.
Not sure if I will even try the drug route to do it.
Just frustrated as hell with the current status but can sure acknowledge the improvement. That is huge.
After walking five or six very gimpy steps I can start to walk with zero limp. Sit for two minutes and the process starts over. Leg gets “rusty” super quick and the limp comes right back.
Really need to shake off the up and down mental crap.
Not there yet but next weekend will be. Gonna do some Mook time.Think about the Mook! I imagine his little world is topsey turkey with you back upstairs.

Budman, you are my heroin for getting in shape!
Lol Sorry I didn't realize Easter had already passed.Easter Bud ride would be biblical.
"He has risen!!!!"
All the Easters have past.Lol Sorry I didn't realize Easter had already passed.
10-4 on the Mook.Get back on the horse everyone loves to say. Yeah yeah, I know I know, it was stairs, no horse involved. But... A critical piece of riding anatomy has been injured and said horse has been tucked out of sight in a garage,
Along with the physical injury that's viewable in a scan and repairable via surgery, a major case of mind-fuck has been allowed to creep into your brain. Effed up balance, low confidence in the repaired leg, and a disrupted life really make getting back on the horse a more dauntless task than it actually is. DuCAt is a pretty large stallion, have you considered a light little plodder that is less? Less tall, less heavy, less fire delivered with the twist of a wrist as an interim machine while the lust regenerates and trust in the old bod returns?
Please excuse the projection of my own struggles onto your situation, I'm thinking like an old 690 or similar.
So far I think there is a winner in this ordeal and it's the Mook. Old guy probably has cast a spell to keep you semi disabled.
