I firmly believe that if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.
I hate feeling inadequate.
I know that any limits I have are self-imposed.
This shoulder injury is cramping my style. It's forcing me to let go of some of those things. It's making me accept that, right now, some of my limits are imposed by a sling and not by my mental state. It has me begging for help and shunning it at the same time. Regardless though, I am trying to stay positive about this whole situation. And I am starting to see how there are some benefits to this whole surgery thing, like ...
- That ginormous bump (a.k.a dislodged clavicle) is gone. Just look at these pictures. It's like the crash never even happened.
- I can do a lot for myself. I am able to dress and feed myself, albeit time-consuming and painful.
- I don't have to do a lot of things that I hate, including but not limited to, diaper changing, washing dishes, cooking and taking out the trash.
- People let me "rest" whenever I feel it necessary.
- The lack of hunger and cycles of vomiting have gotten me to my racing weight. Too bad I'm not racing anytime soon ...
- I know for sure that J loves me unconditionally, even if I'm hairy and stinky. Knowing that I can not shower or shave effectively, he told me to "give it up and let my inner hippie out."
- Not training has allowed me to contemplate how I "want to" train. And I really want that 70.3.