Or, Of hips and men. Of course, I'm no Steinbeck.
Men: M, I fear, is out of the picture. After leaving a message the day following our date saying how much he enjoyed my company, I did not hear from him again until a week later. If you remember, I tried to communicate that he needs to clean his teeth. That, apparently, was not the biggest issue. He called and told me that I had said something to him on our date that really bothered him. Of course, whatever the words that came out of my mouth, I so did not mean what he thought I meant. I apologized for not being clear, and explained. But by then it was too late. He had been sitting on it for a week, no doubt making it a big deal in his head, and he was all, this is weird, I don't know that I want to go out with you again. I said ok, far be it from me to convince you otherwise. He said he would sit with it and see.
I haven't heard from him, so no doubt there has been further thinking and weirding himself out by now. I think I might have survived the teeth cleaning request, or the weird thing I apparently said on Saturday, but not both. I would not be surprised if at this point he thinks I'm neurotic and high maintenance and not worth the effort.
Of course, I am neurotic and high maintenance, but as anyone who knows me will tell you, totally worth the effort. Too bad, I liked him, but I'm likely to say more things that will be misinterpreted or miscommunicated, so if whatever I was putting out weirded him out, I don't think there's much room for anything. Onwards.
Hip: recovering still, the pain and stiffness diminishes with time and exercise and PT. After I hiked for two hours last weekend I had to take some Advil, but only once. I'm still spinning, which is as awful and you might imagine, but it's a great workout. My physio told me to start doing leg presses, and skip rope: he says I need to harden my body for running. Hah. Little does he know that my body, no matter what kind or amount of exercise, does not get hard. Whatevs. Anyway, I will start on the treadmill and do some weight training and rope jumping before I set off. That's right, it's been 3 1/2 months since my surgery.
However, even once I start running again, I will not limit myself to running. I will continue to cross train. Besides, I don't even know how my hip will take running, it might not. If it hurts, then I just won't do it. Anyway, we'll see.
Oh, and yesterday I had some ultrasound therapy to loosen up some of the scar tissue around the portals (you know, the holes in my leg). Oddly, I hated it. It was 10 minutes of rubbing a small ultrasound thingy on the same spot. I get totally claustrophobic with repetitive touching. I did mention I'm neurotic, right?
Friday, April 25, 2008
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Ack. The rubbing of the portals has been the worst. They've had me doing it manually since week two (you?) and it just skeeves me out, especially with all the lumpy collagen that groups up around them. Plus, quite frankly, it's sore and not all that much fun.
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