So the big event for the day was to see my Surgical Doctor 3 weeks after my hernia surgery. I was really hoping for him to let start up my neurotic O.C.D. impulse of over-training and most often over-racing.. I even packed my gym clothes so that I could take a light run on the treadmill after my appointment..But I was DENIED.
Doctor: "everything looks good," How you feel.
Bubba: Sometimes I get a sharp pain that last a couple of seconds and what is this thing that feels like a PVC pipe in my southern region. :0
Doctor: you should be fine, and that is scar tissue..
Bubba: And yeah.
Doctor: After a month you can do whatever you want. No running or activities that might cause undue stretching until then..
Bubba: A month from now or month from surgery?
Doctor: One more week and then you should be okay to do "whatever"..
Leave the doctor's office tell my wife my sob story.. No sympathy of course. But what is one more week. I guess not to long.
What is 7 more days?
7 more days of eating White Hen pastries.. Cool.
What is 168 more hours?
I could finish my "Age of Empires" Video game.
What is 10,080 more minutes?
I could do stuff around the house or tinker with my bike? Is there really a choice here..
But for now I will take a minute to talk about my neurotic dog. I actually have two neurotic dogs. But one is better than a local weather station. It acts all goofy before a thunderstorm hits my area. Actually tears up the house looking for a hiding place. But somehow finds its way into our bathtub this day. The crazy thing he hates water and has not taken a bath in years, but somehow still smells like Doritos potato chips, go figure that out.
Now back to my doughnuts.