End - Dispatch From Recovery
The crashed road-bike came out of the shop on Friday,
better than new. In a few more
weeks, my brain and body should be out of the shop too. They hope to be likewise. Actually, the results from the
before/after brain function tests, shows that the crash made my IQ go up! Knocked some sense into me at last?
The healing pelvis bone is
now firmly connected to the hipbone, but the hipbone is still not connected to
the funny bone. The tender
ministrations of the physical terrorists and their toys are honing me into a
whimpering puppy. If a little pain
is good then a lot must be better?
They run me through my paces like dog handlers from the kennel
club. Stretch, sit-up, once around
the ring, roll over. I can growl
but I am not the Alpha here - and zeh hauv vays tu mak vou zubmit!
I mounted up on the repaired
road bike on Friday, and did a few solo miles. The peddling pals that loaded me into the meat wagon 6 months ago, are calling to go for a ride.
I’m ready. I’m back. I’m wanting to be lead-dog again - to
have a better point of view. Next
Dispatch will be from somewhere painless.
Let’s roll.
- Recovered Rod
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