I broke my collarbone a week ago. I had surgery on Thursday (doctor was surprised to find five pieces when he got in there). I’ve been in recovery all weekend, basically doing nothing, which is weird for me.
I kind of like doing nothing.
Well, not really. I miss walking my dog (wife deems our energetic pup to be too much of a risk that I will impact my recovery by pulling him back from chasing squirrels).
I miss being able to scratch him properly with both hands. I miss sleeping in a normal position and not wearing a sling while doing so. I miss doing my part to keep our house running.
But I seem to be healing well. Tomorrow will be tough to get back focused on work . . . but still be at home. And I will be annoyed by typing slowly with only one hand (it’s awkward to type with this sling on).
Naturally my friend who was encouraging me to buy the motorcycle is now trying to pick out a fun car with which to replace the GTI, as consolation. I don’t need to replace the GTI, especially if we are driving less.
He’s a great guy, and quite a troublemaker.