Don't EVER Break Your Leg

I just want to start out by telling you that I don't want you to feel bad for me. That I don't want sympathy, or pity from anybody. The truth is that I feel like a poster board example of why not to break your leg. I can't drive. I can't carry anything that's not in a bag or in my mouth. Let's face it, I can't do a lot of things in my present state, but don't feel bad because I don't either. I understand that people are nice, that they go out of their way to help and that's awesome, but don't treat me like a child. Like a person who has nothing. Because that's just it, I have a lot of things. Sure, I can't play hockey, basketball, or any sports related activities, but I can still have fun. I can shoot the shit with the best of people. Just because my crutches say "I'm handicapped" doesn't mean that I'm totally useless. I can get exercise, it's called going up stairs or going to the bathroom. I can also sit in one place for extended periods of time, on uncomfortable futons, and things of the sort. That is my superhero power. Who wants to see who can be lazier? Don't do it, you'll lose, because I've been staring at the wall for the last week and a half. Sure, I've got a TV, computer, and homework to do, but do you know how hard it is to do homework when you're hopped up on meds? Well, friend, it isn't the easiest time in the world. But I'm not about to bitch about homework, because in the end there is no excuse. It needs to be done, even if I just got out of surgery (That's not true, that was last week. A metal plate, six pins, and a long screw sit idle in what was once a healthy tib-fib.). And for the TV and computer, well, you can only do so many things for each. Movies, I used to love them, still do, but not at the moment. After you go five fives (five movies a day for five days) you tend to want to go a different way. Then there's my laptop, my best friend for the next six weeks. This thing alone has saved me from getting tossed into an insane asylum. I use it to play games, watch movies (not at the moment), and stay in contact with the outside world. I'm a big sports fan, everything sports. I freaking love sports. I play hockey, basketball, soccer, softball, and pool. But not anymore, or at least anytime soon. The only thing I might be able to do is pool, but then I still need to practice shooting in a wheelchair. I did it the other night, and it wasn't so bad. Definitely not as good as I usually am, but not too bad either. The week before I injured myself, I took over the number one spot in Juneau for billiards. I laugh when I think about this, because I've never been able to crack the top five, and here I am with crutches now, trying to  keep the top spot in a wheelchair. But yeah, Sports, I love it all. ESPN is my sanctuary. You know how people wake up in the morning and the first thing they do is go to the bathroom? The first thing I do in the morning is go to ESPN.com. Yea, I'm that crazy about it. I always will be. And my laptop keeps me up to date on everything I need. But, like the watching of movies, there is only so much I can do on my laptop before I get bored. I literally laid on the futon for about an hour the other day trying to think of something to do. I fell asleep. That's been happening a lot. I'm not tired, but just bored, and I fall asleep. I don't like it one bit. Do you know that if you take a nap for just over an hour you wake up more tired than when you fell asleep? It's true, it's all about the REM cycle, and trust me, fuck the REM cycle. All I've been able to do is sleep for tidbits amount of time. And I've been waking up tired everyday. That happens when your in pain, and the meds sometimes don't work like they're supposed to. Two weeks ago, right after I injured my leg, I was sleeping on the couch with my leg propped up. All seemed good, that is until my dream became a reality. I was dreaming that I was fighting someone, and I went to kick him with my left leg, and, this is true, I really kicked my left leg. The problem is that I kicked it right into my broken leg. I woke up screaming. Popped some pills, and a half hour later tried to go back to bed. Needless to say, I was up all night. But don't feel bad for me. I'd rather have you laugh. That way I can bring happiness to the people around me, instead of making them feel bad. Although, anybody who takes walking for granted deserves a swift punch in the jugular. It's no joke, not being able to walk, or run, or even drive a car. You have to wait on people, and then it's not about you, it's about other people, and when they can find time to get to you. It's about work and how you're all by yourself from nine to five. It's about getting something to eat and drink. It's about taking care of yourself. In the end, if there was nobody else there to help you, where would you be?