I am Mountain Biker

I am recovering from surgery that was done on Wednesday.  It took the doctor longer to setup than to actually perform the procedure.  25 minute +/- 5 or there about.  An a week an a half recovery.  Uhhh, I want to go out and ride my bike, go fishing, something outdoors that I will find enjoyable.  In a couple of days, after putting up with my incorrigible pestilent youngest child; I’ll want to shoot my self point blank in the face.  He’s a good boy some of the time, it his willfulness that wears on my lack of patience.  

My hand feels alright, but it itches with cruel maliciousness and I have to wait to get the damn contemptible stitches out Friday.  I know I will go stir crazy by then.    

Had a so-so day. Half day of work; ran out of stuff to do at the shop.  I guess I’m too damn efficient!  I had a Dr’s appointment this afternoon to check out my hands and was determined to have a few “issues” that need to be dealt with; 1. Trigger Finger, look it up, 2. Carpal Tunnel, fucking YEAH, 3. Aggressive Rheumatoid Arthritis, bonus!  Well I got to get 3 shots of Novocaine and 6cc’s of Cortisone pumped into my right hand.  This was at 2:40 this afternoon and my damn middle and ring fingers are still completely numb!  I hope it dissipates by morning since I have to work tomorrow.  I can picture it now; up on a roof, swinging a way and either fucking up a coworker with a misplaced or launched hammer or better yet; my nice high velocity hammer goes into Lake Champlain.

I hope the shots and the splint at night works otherwise I’ll be heading into surgery for repair of both hands during the middle of summer semester and be out of work for a little bit.  Oh well… we shall see.

I participated in my first rugby practice this evening.  Let me mention the fact my fat ass has not ran for a damn thing since 2000 when I had to take a PT eval when I was in the Air Force.  Nor have I worked out seriously since that time either.  The only thing I Do for exercise is mountain bike on occasion and lift fairly heavy things at work.  I was out there with a bunch of 19 - 60 year old dudes in pretty damn great shape.  I won’t lie; I puked.  I am fat and out of shape; not for long though!

I have a new position in life as a rugby player though…  I’m a Hooker, but I pay to play and do not receive any remuneration for my services rendered… that blows I think!  Bonus not too many people want to play this position.  Which is great or really shitty, the verdict is out on that for now.  I almost got concussed by smashing my head into the cross-member on the training sled aptly named “Mother”, she’s a bitch if you don’t treat her right btw.

I am going to take some Nyquil, a hot shower, and collapse on my bed and wearily dread morning light.

I have a new set of handlebars and grips coming as well as much needed bottle cages and water bottles.  Yeah, warm weather here I come.