Hello. I am back again. What happened during that 3 month void since the last time I posted?
I went to Abbotsford to welcome a new baby girl into my family, beautiful Arabella.
Finished my head spinning practicum at a recovery house for women that caused me to question my entire reason behind going to school. Before my two last practicums, I thought I knew what I wanted. Now I am back to square one. I enrolled for the second half of my program in the fall in spite of my doubt. I'm going on faith that this will lead me somewhere good.
Got my motorcycle on the road, went on a road trip to Vancouver.
I went on a wild trip to Mexico that I'd booked back in March, before I hurt my knee and ran out of money. Learned how to flip a butterfly knife like a pro. Nuff said.
When I got home from there, I found out that I had been approved for medical coverage for my knee through WCB. Woot! So I am now on the physio train.
Obstacles have been crashing down from above incessantly, of course. The day before I left for my Mexico trip, some young delinquents stole my trusty ten speed and jumped on the rear wheel, bending the shit out of it. Tried unsuccessfully to fix it myself. I have had it in a shop now for three weeks. It is a weird size or something, he is having a hard time finding a replacement. A replacement that doesn't cost $100.
Oh yeah, because I haven't mentioned mention the cost of not working due to my stupid knee. I have no money for replacement anything. Or rent. Or food. Back to brown beans, tuna, and toast. I splurged on a $30 membership at the community centre gym, since healing my knee is my top priority right now so that I keep my sanity. I started riding the stationary bike for an hour a day, three days a week, a month ago. Went to Van for a fun visit and summertime friends and fell down. I scraped the shit out of my good knee, and ankle, and bruised my left ass so bad I couldn't sit properly for a week, which sidelined the bike riding for a while there. My back is waaaay out from limping around to accommodate this last accident, and hurts at every move again. I have been listening to myself sound like a grumpy old, rickety arthritis sufferer. Cursing every time I have to sit, get up, climb into my truck, everything. My Ipod ate shit last week. Without music to fuel my workout, I am a marionette without a puppeteer. Fuckin lifeless. Been reading a book while I ride. Ugh. Its alright I guess. I think the worst part is having to listen to the tough guys making their taking-a-shit noise while they lift the heavies. Really? Is that necessary? It grosses me out.
I've been shopping for a cheap stationary bike for months now, and finally found one in Nanaimo. Well, that's what the ad said. I went down for a swim at a lake halfway between here and there, so took my truck (which I am also not driving lately, $gas$!) and went to get it. Got to Nanaimo, a 1.5 hour drive from here, and then the lady tells me (following three emails back and forth) that she is actually in Duncan, another hour south. Okay. When I get there, they are sweet, and kind, and they let me know that the display doesn't exactly work. At all. Also news. I negotiate half of what I was about to pay them and jump into the truck for the 2.5 hour drive home.
HOWEVER...
This is so awesome! I roll out of bed at 8:30, and in that time after I put on the coffee, where I would usually crawl back in bed and turn on the computer, I go sit on the bike and get pedaling. I've had it for two days. Both mornings have started out this way, I go from my one hour pedaling, with 5 minutes easy pedaling, then 5 minutes go time; to my physio floorwork for my back and knee. It is pretty nice to not have to wake up, get ready, drink at least one cup of coffee, and then roll out to gym, timing my workout around the classes that close the gym at exactly the times when I feel ready to work out, and watching the sunny day go by outside, trying to hide my morning face from the people there, avoid eye contact and not talk to anyone since I am working way to hard for conversation, and that is not why I am there.
I've put up some inspiration pictures on my cork boards that I stare at during my stretches. I'm hoping to not gain another 20 during school this fall by these steps Ive taken to make working out at home easier. Now I just need to fashion up a drink holder and computer platform for my bike!
I'm back on the wagon to relieving myself of my aches and pains!
Me in Mexico, with a butterfly knife in one hand that I just used to remove the limiter on a bottle of tequila. That is a bottle of water in my left hand, of course.
