Travels…

I am busy packing and preparing to leave for FL. It’s strange to pack for an indefinite amount of time. I have no clue if I’ll be there for 2 days or 5 weeks. It will all depend on what Chuck wants. I’m really eager to get Chuck’s assessment and to get his suggestions on what to do in moving forward, all pun intended.

On the other side of the country…….. literally……. JZ called yesterday to see how I was doing. How kind is she? I know with what she went through with her own back issues she really empathizes with my own frustrations, and she is so generous to want to offer support. Funny conversation, though…

JZ: Well, I’m in San Diego…

CS: You ARE? I am so jealous. I want to be there, too. That’s awesome.

JZ: Yeah… The weather in Boulder was shit. I met up with Billy (Edwards) down here and …. …. we’re going to drive together...

Into the joint…

So I had another appointment with Dr Maunter, my sports med doc. I am in slightly worse condition than my last visit, which is significantly troubling since I really haven’t been doing much. I told him I was trying to pinpoint something specific, trying to pay attention to something unusual (different) I did which caused a different result than normal. I’m frustrated because I’m not sure what is happening to cause what.

Dr M isn’t certain either.

He was happy to hear I am going to see Chuck in a few days and suggested I hold off on any injections until I return from Chuck’s assessment. Dr M thought it was a good idea for Chuck to see me as I am: inflamed, sore, poor range of motion, discomfort, pain, etc. He didn’t want to just band-aid problems with an injection as that may hide some of the problem. I appreciated that approach, and I agreed with it.

So, I’m headed to FL in just a couple...

One of the things I really love is observing someone doing something they’re truly passionate about. There is something about the connection, the energy, the passion, that comes when they are doing what they TRULY love. It’s a rare thing to see, actually, but when I get the opportunity, I am often fixated.

Years ago when I was living in California, I attended a cabaret one evening with my boyfriend. At one point in the show a woman was playing the cello, solo. Despite growing up in a musical household with my Juilliard-trained mother, I’ve not been one to be overly drawn to anyone playing this bowed string instrument. I have intense appreciation for music and the enormous amount of talent and hard work required to be good. But truth be told, I would probably go to a Braves Game before a night at the symphony. (Sorry, mommy!) On this night, however, I was captivated. I remember it clearly. The cellist was absolutely absorbed...

Pong

I feel as though almost each day is different. One day I have sturdy direction, the next it is something new. I should be blogging every 6 hours to keep up with it all.

I cannot retell all details of the last week; I saw too many specialists with changes in courses of action such that it feels like a game of Pong. My neck is getting tired from all of this head spinning.

The hamster wheel is not my favorite pastime. That feels like what I have been on.

At the end of this month I had planned on going to Tucson. Paolina (Allan) was renting a house with her friend, superstar cyclist, Leigh Bianco, and they invited me to join. Then, it got better. A handful of my good Boulder buddies: Billy Edwards, Laura Tingle, Erin Kummer, Mark Van Akkeren, Justin Daerr would also be in Tucson during that time frame. I also got an...

Trying…

“Don’t be stupid, you can’t do that.”
“Yes I can, anything is possible.”
“We told you that you couldn’t do it.”
“At least I tried, you bastards.”
R.P. McMurphy ’s exchange with other patients of a lock down hospital mental ward as he strains to pull a drinking fountain off a wall to smash through a window for escape in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey (the movie starring Jack Nicholson).

Perfect.