I’m helplessly amused that I decide to return to daily “this is my life” blogging when I’ll be leaving for PAX in about 36 hours, thus unable to do a daily “this is my life” blog post for several days. Setting yourself up for failure? I’d know nothing of it.
Mike has an appointment with an orthopedic specialist tomorrow. If the drama has escaped you, here’s the Cliff’s Notes version: Boy hurts leg running months ago, boy rests leg, boy thinks leg is fine, leg suddenly flares up escalating to near-unbearable pain levels. Emergency room visit discovers torn meniscus. Boy rests leg, boy walks with cane, boy looks quite stylish but longs for a caneless existence. Doctor orders MRI, MRI reveals blood clot, boy makes panicked emergency trip for ultrasound, clot revealed to be minor and of no real consequence to everyone’s relief. Boy plans to visit leg doctor for further plans. End Chapter 27. It’s been a very stressful time, but had the added bonus that I now know the exact most efficient route to the emergency room from my house.
I’ve done a lot of self-reflection lately, even more than usual (which is, like, a LOT). I’ve been going through Things and having to do a bit of reconstruction. It’s difficult, quite painfully so on occasion, but it’s giving me the opportunity to think about what I’m rebuilding myself into. Or at least to draw up some blueprints. I look around me, at the people I admire, and I see a lot that I’d like to be, but I also see so much that I don’t. How do you pick and choose? Is that even possible? Is it like a chinese takeout menu, where I can take one from column A, one from column B and one from column C? Or is it like the other kind of chinese takeout menu, where you have an entire meal laid but you have to take it as it comes, no substituting spring rolls for wontons?
I’m jumping way ahead in the process; I’m not even hungry yet.
There’ve been stirrings lately. There’s something that wants to be born. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s not hungry yet either.
Today’s happy: The elderly couple in the airport waiting area who were thrilled every time a plane took off or landed. The magic lived on.