Several days ago I stated that I would not be blogging this week due to the fact that I am recovering from reconstructive surgery on my ACL and happen to be on some pretty heavy duty pain killers and might accidentally write something that would embarrass my mom.
And I stand by that.
But the fact is, I’m getting really bored. I’ve watched approximately 1200 hours of Sportscenter this week, and I just need a break. So I thought I’d just post an update or something like that. Not any real blogging. Just something to give you a glimpse into my brain.
So in no particular order, here we go.
DISCLOSURE: If I make any statement that sounds disconnected from reality or mentions Area 51, I blame it on the medicine.
First, I’m really grateful for pain medicine. Were it not for the medicine, I’m pretty sure I would be weeping and gnashing my teeth throughout the day. However, I discovered that my body does not like particular pain medicines, such as Vicodin. After taking Vicodin I felt as if I were swaddled in a woolen Snuggie. Very hot and very itchy.
Second, I’m really, really grateful for my wife Jen. She has served me like an absolute superstar. Ever since the day of the surgery, she has waited on me hand and foot (what does it actually mean to wait on someone “hand and foot”?). If you’re going to have surgery on your ACL, I would recommend that you get married first. Also, my little girl Charis is also turning into quite the servant.
Third, I think sharp cheddar is the best cheese. Just in case you were wondering.
Fourth, it appears that not much reading happens on Planet Percocet. I have a big stack of books sitting next to me by the couch, but I’m not making much progress. I read a few sentences, squint my eyes thoughtfully, try to clear the fog from my brain, and then move on. So far I’ve read Goodnight Moon and Mr. Lumpy Goes to School.
Overall, I’m very grateful. Grateful that I live in a country where I could have my knee repaired. Grateful for my wonderful wife and daughters and parents and in-laws, who have all been serving me. Grateful for my normally good health. And most of all, grateful for Jesus.
I will leave you with these words of wisdom, which just came to me: If you have the choice between regular and decaf, always choose regular.
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