They said I had to go to rehab...I said no, no, no

That's right.  They said I had to go to rehab.  And I am.  I didn't even say no, no no.

For those of you who are my faithful readers (and I know there are more of you than I dreamed of - thank you) a couple of months ago I had a nasty encounter with the edge of a carpet (lubricated with booze, as it were) and fell on my knee.  I ended up with something called PCL, which in brief terms means I fucked up my knee pretty bad.

I remained optimistic and even blogged about it in an entry called "Acceptance".  Because to be honest, it wasn't so bad to have a month off sitting around on my ass and creating the smithster11 blog.  When I had my next visit with the "doctor" I began to get a bad feeling that he really had no clue how to deal with my injury.  I trusted him, even though he was the first guy I went to - not because I had any reason to do so - but because when we're hurting, we WANT to trust.  Big mistake.

So I began asking friends and doing a little bit of orthopedic research and found another doctor.  After having spoken with me for roughly 32 seconds, his mouth dropped open and he asked me who had told me to sit in bed for a month.  He told me that this isn't the course of therapy that has been used since the 60's and that I had essentially come pretty damn close to being a cripple.  Fuck me.

So they said I had to go to physical rehab.  Not once.  Not twice.  But for probably six months and then maybe I'll be able to walk with some stability.  Damn.  But I am happy to report, that I've been for 6 sessions and am already walking with some stability.  You just have to want to succeed I suppose.

But let's look at some bright sides here: 

• I met a really cute guy in the clinic rehab locker room.  He was soooo sweet and kind (and kindness makes me hard). When he took of his shirt in front of me, I had to wonder whether or not I was staring at it too much during the conversation.  He has dark, almost black hair and in the middle of his otherwise smooth chest is this wonderful little tuft of hair.  Oi, let me have some of that.  When we were in the rehab center working out, I had to stop from looking at him - or did I?  Obviously I want to say that we were stealing glances of each other, but that would probably be just bullshit.  Or would it?  Anyway, it's good to have a little stimulating fun at rehab.
• I have to go to a pool at least 3 times a week.  Knowing that I'm basically a bit lazy, I didn't think I'd do it.  But between the fact that my leg feels instantly 100% better after being at the pool and the fact that there are cute boys in the locker room...

So.  Keeping my chin up here.  If you all have any advice on how to deal with this guy at the clinic, drop me a line - I could use the advice.

Comments

[retan]

My advice is "not to deal with this guy"! :D
He is probably the best motivation for you to keep going to the clinic. If you had what you want on every day basis,.... you would probably loose the motivation. :P
Ha ha ha
And don't let your lazy ass to take over and keep you away from the swimming pool!
As you said there are plenty cute guys there and... nude under the shower, just inches away. ;)

Take a good care of yourself! ;)