Friday, July 11, 2008

Somebody's trying to tell me something.

Those that know me know I had arthroscopic ankle surgery on my left ankle two weeks ago. My recovery has been rapid and I'm amazed at how strong that ankle is already. It's strength will be needed sadly, as I stepped in a pothole yesterday and absolutely destroyed my right ankle. It was extremely painful, with all the requisite popping noises that I have become all too familiar with in my short lifetime. I feel like I should get a medal for making it home from Brooklyn Heights (on the F-train) while hopping on the recovering left ankle. Someone please give me a medal. Let's hope for some miracle that I didn't tear ligaments and that it's not going to require surgery. In the meantime I'm laid up again trying to sort it all out. Luckily, my current livelihood is of the desk job variety so I can still function in society, but being injured does tend to make you question your direction, and I did some soul searching and managed to put a positive spin on things already. I'm not one of the "why God, why me" types, though that's a tempting emotion to succumb to sometimes. I like G.M. Hopkins rejection of that pity from "carrion comfort" the best: "Not, I'll not, despair, not feast on thee;"

So no pity please, just a medal, and maybe some more Vicodin.

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4 comments:

suvi said...

i think you need more cookies.

Unknown said...

I think you need a good dose of movie hopping when this is over. Or a man night of male hoo-rahs.

Shiloh said...

ah aaron noooooo! Not the other ankle. James is right though, a good dose of moving hopping (probably quite literally in your case)and a "man night of male hoo-rahs" should do the trick. Alternate fun, laughter, sarcasm, and mockery with Andy and James and call me in the morning.

dkm said...

I’m sorry to hear about the ankle. I loved the House reference, though. I could use a few Vicodin myself on occasion (and of course Cameron—just kidding, mostly).

By the way, I’ve been thinking about the last question you asked me. My answer was “Not yet,” but I wanted to make clear that “Not yet” is not at all the same thing as “No.” No means you can’t—that you don’t have the chops of something. Not yet simply means that it—and you—both have sufficient potential but that the introduction would need further development (contextualization, etc.)