Why I Didn’t Run Today

After yesterday’s epic bike ride with Mel, I woke up expecting to feel like I’d been beaten with a bag of hammers. Surprisingly, that wasn’t the case. Don’t get me wrong, I could tell that some of my muscles were tired1, but they weren’t in any way close to what I would call agony. Regardless,…

Sometimes It’s All About The Stomach Punch

Almost 320 days ago I went under the knife to correct a hernia that had been a rather annoying health concern for approximately 2 or more years prior to surgery. The hernia was the major factor in an almost 50 pound weight loss, and led me to replace my wardrobe several times over. I went…

Look Out! It’s Almost The Future

In a few short weeks some of us will be getting over the first wave of holiday gluttony (also known as Christmas), perhaps by loosening our belts, or deciding to sport jogging pants for a solid week because they are just so “comfy” and not because our other pants have mysteriously shrunk. We’ll also be…

Failure Tastes Like Hurting

Remember back in the summer, when the sun was all sun-shiny, and the blue skies were anything but grey, and the trees were covered in green leaves, and the birds were chirping, and the wind didn’t bring a chill, and our windows were left open all night, and we were sweating with just a sheet…

For Your Reading Pleasure: Obits, Tickle Zones And Naughty Bits.

Yesterday marked my second run post surgery. I’ll give you a minute to let that sink in. Okay, maybe that minute was for me. Because it felt so freaking good to run again. So. Freaking. Good. My first post surgery run occurred last week. That run was short and slow – about 2.5km in 15 minutes….

Thank You Mr. Oxycodone

Yesterday was another step forward in my recovery. How so? You see that delicious looking platter of sushi over there? Ya, it’s so inside of me right now. Okay, not all of it, but a few pieces. Plus some miso soup, 2 gyoza, and a bit of Perrier to wash it all down.  Clearly I…

Squirrel!

Can you keep a secret? Clearly I can’t. At least, not right now. Anyway folks, I’m totally stoned on the oxycodone that my doctor gave me to manage my post-surgery related pain. Which means I have to write this post quickly before I slip off into an oxycodone related nap. Not to worry though – it’s…

48 Hours Later

So it has been just over 48 hours since I woke up post hernia surgery. Crazy stuff. What have I learned since then? A few things, which I present to you now in list form – because who doesn’t like a list? No one, that’s who. I could have used more morphine during recovery, but…

So Long Morphine, Hello Oxycodone

And just like that, I’m home. I was given my discharge notice around 8:30 this morning after a visit by my most awesome surgeon, Dr. Phillips. My night in the hospital was smooth, and in fact I was off of the morphine by about 11:30 pm. When my breathing seemed shallow and such, the nurses…

Na Na Na Nah, Hey Hey Hey, Goodbye

So I’m writing this post in my semi-private room (thank you University health insurance), on my iPhone that I’m not supposed to have. Thankfully my parents left it behind completely by accident. I’ve never written a post with my iPhone, so I’m not sure how this will turn out. Regardless, i thought I would give…

Despite What You May Have Heard, I Am Not A Gremlin

Today is the big day; the day that my hiatal hernia gets kicked to the curb. But don’t feel bad for it; it has been an unwanted, obnoxious, and unruly resident of my torso for the past 2+ years, clearly over-staying its welcome. In prep for surgery, I was informed that I had to stop eating…

File Under Naiveté

Apparently I’m rather dumb. Or naive. Likely both. Anyway, I’m sure that I’ve mentioned that I’m going to be getting my hiatal hernia fixed. Specifically, next Friday, August the 5th I’m going under the knife. And while this has been a long time coming, I was still a bit floored today when I went for…