So here I am. Dealing with the Six stages.
Stage one. Euphoria. Euphoria in that my injuries could have been way, way worse. Shit, six weeks? Nothing, I am stoked to be walking bro!
Stage two. Surgery. Going under the knife. Still happy to be alive, but now looking down the barrel of the gun.
One foot in front of the other
Stage three. Pain. Lots of it, but not to worried about being outside because your dealing with dealing....
Stage four. Mobility. What can I do? Walk, walk a lot and oh yeah walk. Totally determined to deal with injury holistically and as best as possible. I can do it!!
Stage five. Depression. Dont EVER look at Facebook as your friends are all killing it and all over the world!
|Home sweet home|
I am about stage four right now and not looking forward to five, although with all the great snow I am starting to realize I am turning that corner already...
|One stage at a time|