I'll Have Mine on The Rocks, Please...

I'm starting to feel like the Charlotte Bobcats...7-57 entering the last week of this shortened NBA season...you know, like you just can't win. I put the crutches away despite some lingering pain, and it took less than 48 hours to need them again. It seems I am in fact made of balsa wood, and that any sense of normalcy that I've been hoping for are wasted wishes. Daddy's on ice and as Run DMC would say, "it's like that, and that's the way it is."

 I've got one month to rest this aching appendage, and even after that we've only just reached decision time...cut, don't cut...and then it's hobble into the remainder of Spring and quite possibly summer, like Lieutenant Dan except with better orthopedic connections. Boo, I say. Boo! Ever parent on crutches? It's awful. I want to go to the park, and the library. I want to cook dinner without pain and swelling and the need to take a break. I'd really like to be able to sit down to go to the bathroom and not squeal in pain just bending my knee. Sleeping on my side would be a refreshing trick. Driving with a workable brake foot would feel safer. But mostly I want to be able to keep up with Zoey. It's also really tough to work in the situations I most often find myself when the student pities your plight more than their own...actually, that's quite nice. I just want a serviceable leg.

I know plenty of people, overweight out of shape, abusing themselves etc...and they all walk. I'd like to walk. I'd like to ditch these crutches and never see another pair as long as I live. I'd like to stumble headlong into some Cal Ripken-like streak of consecutive days without being out of the line-up. Anyone have any miracles saved up, 'cause I'd to borrow one...just a little one, hardly even a miracle, really. Anyone? Over the years I could have made proper use of my own ice machine, and thirty years is just far too long to require crutches in your closet.

On a much more positive note...I do indeed have two legs, both in occasional working order, and my daughter is cool as hell.  My wife too.  Oh, and despite my also-occasionally grumpy disposition they like me back.  Maybe I don't need to borrow any miracles?