Due to a major lack of drama in my life, I've taken up a small hobby of creating tiny issues that otherwise don't matter. I have also decided to go off on tangents over the smallest remarks. Ahhh...the life of a bored handicap. It sucks, but at least I realize I'm doing it and a) try to remedy the situation before I start one or b) apologize immediately after I create. Create what? Silly problems that aren't of any REAL consequence. Yeah...it's not nice of me at all and I need to stop, but at least I'm trying, right? Right? If not...feel free to call me a c-face and tell me to knock it off.
Today I went to my second session of physical therapy and I'm completely wiped out. I crutched to my appointment which is about 2 1/2 blocks to the hospital, but probably another block to the office itself. I was worn out by the time I made it home. Worn out and sweaty. Worn out, sweaty and smelling funky. Next Wednesday I'll be at 50% weight bearing and in the pool. I'm excited to do some big boy exercises. Even though my leg aches and hurts like the dickens right now, I know it's good for me and the healing process.
I got shanghai'd by Brandon to watch the UFC fights earlier. After the fights was that silly show Ultimate Fighter Heavyweights. It was just as terrible of a show as I expected it to be and the fight at the end was horrible. Dude looked like he had a miscarriage from his forehead.
Tomorrow at 1:50pm my entire 2010 lifestyle gets determined. Shift sign-ups. Yikes. I don't have high hopes for a good schedule, but I'm going to keep my fingers crossed just in case. If I get lucky, my schedule will look similar to Rick Ross' calendar.