Maybe Not

I had a real comical conversation with the massage therapist who has had to work with me through the hip problems, knew of the surgery, and had wondered how it all worked out.

I finally went back there because truth be told, I'm really not ready for prime-time. My legs feel like slabs of marble after a week of work.

"So when can you go back to work?" She asked.

"12 weeks after the surgery," I said.

"So end of February," she said.

"Yeah, except I went back the first week in January."

She laughed.

"And how's the physical therapy going?"

"It went well," I said.

"Let me guess, until the first week in January."

I smiled.

Yet there's not a lot that can be done in the situation. At least I don't see the way out. People need to go back to work.

The world doesn't stop until you're back to 100%.

"An injury like you had takes at least a year to come back from," the therapist said.

"So they say."

"But you've eased back into it, right?"

I laughed.

"You're not climbing ladders, right?"

I could finally answer one positively. I have not made the trek up ladders yet. I can do most of the work from the ground or by using the stairs.

"But I'm on my feet a lot."

I waited to feel some of the blood flowing back in my stupid tired legs.

"I've wanted to chop off my feet," I said.

"I don't recommend you do that. Your calf muscles are like stone. You need to be stretching more."

There was a long pause in the conversation.

"You don't think I'm handling the recovery very well, do you?" I asked.

"Maybe not," she said.

"Maybe not."