Two-and-a-half months post-op, last night I mowed the lawn. Alert the media.
I'd like to report I undertook such an activity after carefully evaluating my rehabilitation status and reviewing my progress with my treatment team. Truth is, I've had a rotten week on so many fronts and yesterday turned out to have been an absolutely terrible day. By the time I got home, I just wanted to go somewhere and hide from people, telephones, and other assorted stressors -and an hour behind a noisy Lawn Boy seemed like a pretty good escape. Hettie was working late, so there was no one around to throw a penalty flag. The lawn mower promised sixty minutes of moderate effort with the cares, concerns, and tugs of the world being drowned out by a 5.5 horsepower Briggs & Stratton engine as I attempted to make fairly straight lines in the whithering fescue.
The good news is the yard looks decent and I woke up today no more stiff and sore than any other morning. The bad news is I was unable to mow away the world and all its assorted problems.
Tonight I think I'll encase myself in construction-grade concrete and see how that works out.
I'd like to report I undertook such an activity after carefully evaluating my rehabilitation status and reviewing my progress with my treatment team. Truth is, I've had a rotten week on so many fronts and yesterday turned out to have been an absolutely terrible day. By the time I got home, I just wanted to go somewhere and hide from people, telephones, and other assorted stressors -and an hour behind a noisy Lawn Boy seemed like a pretty good escape. Hettie was working late, so there was no one around to throw a penalty flag. The lawn mower promised sixty minutes of moderate effort with the cares, concerns, and tugs of the world being drowned out by a 5.5 horsepower Briggs & Stratton engine as I attempted to make fairly straight lines in the whithering fescue.
The good news is the yard looks decent and I woke up today no more stiff and sore than any other morning. The bad news is I was unable to mow away the world and all its assorted problems.
Tonight I think I'll encase myself in construction-grade concrete and see how that works out.
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