Back In The Basement

Since my last post, recovery has been uninterrupted.  I've been feeling better and better every day, but less marginal than the second week of recovery from the second surgery (last week).  I say this because the surgeon had to remind me that I am still early in a recovery stage that typically last eight to twelve weeks.  The doctor gave me the nod to start some moderate exercise in the form of trotting, and in the last 48 hours, I have shot the basketball a bit and worked on some cardiovascular machines at my parents YMCA in Staunton, VA.    

I am on winter break so I've had my opportunity to enjoy more relaxation time, but I spent Christmas in Winchester with my girlfriends family, and then spent the final two nights of Hanukkah in Staunton at my parents.  It was a bunch of driving which was something I've been concerned with due to the seat belt crossing my abdominal section.  I pretty much drive with my right hand holding the abdominal portion of the belt like a cowboy would do at a rodeo.  It's better than having a pillow.  The festivities were fun, the company even better, but I got to enjoy crisp latkes, and an incredibly moist rum/vodka chocolate flavored cake.

I've been listening to sports radio on my drives this week, and it appears that Andray Blatche will most likely be traded before the year is over in my opinion.  I wanted to call in but it was too difficult to get past my GPS on my phone and get to the dialing pad, and then hope I don't lose service somewhere in the Blue Ridge Mountains (BRM).

Oh yeah! On Sunday, Megan and I drove around Winchester for a bit and then decided to go to the Bears Den somewhere around the beginning climb of the BRM, and it was incredible.  Honestly jaw-dropping.  I'm excited to do things now that I can hold it, and for any of you who knew me before this surgery, you know what I'm talking about.  It's the little things that are so awesome, going for a walk after dinner at a restaurant instead of rushing home.  Went into DC last weekend and I wasn't locating the first hotel or restaurant closest to my car because I knew I could put it off.  A miniature hike to some sweet views and a small sweat was worth it and especially when I didn't have to find a port-o-potty.

Still have some recovery photos to post, but decided to post our Bears Den picture this week.  Shit was ill.