So yesterday my girlfriend Nichole and her daughter Mollie picked me up to take me to the doctor’s office. This is the first time that I have been driven to the doctor’s office since I was in High School. Ironically that ride was also the result of a sports related injury (yes we are considering Kick Ball a sport from here on out) though it involved my parents schlepping me to the doctor’s office, which at the time was still their job. Having a non parent drive me somewhere b/c I was incapable of driving myself was somewhat disheartening. Then I got my head out of my bum and was just grateful that I have such awesome friends and that I wasn’t paying for a cab ride to Tyson’s.
Today Nichole came to get me to take me to dinner. It had been a little over 24 hrs since I had seen her. My giant boot and I crutched out to meet her and as I got in the car she said (after laughing about the fact that she had gotten totally lost and driven by my house 2 times before seeing me on the porch) ‘you look better already’. I shot her a raised eyebrow dubious glance as I bounced down into the seat. She insisted and said ‘yesterday you couldn’t put any weight on the leg and look, today you balanced on it’. She was right. I had balanced on it for about 4.8 nanoseconds. The time it takes to close the passenger side back door and rotate to grab the passenger side front door. Because I am trying really hard not to be grumplestiltskin every second of the day, I smiled at her and said ‘yeah its progress’. Really what ran through my head was:
Westley: My brains, his steel, and your strength against sixty men, and you think a little head jiggle is supposed to make me happy?”
That of course is the great thing about The Princess Bride, it has a quote for everything. In the end, the head jiggle was enough. Westley recovers (well enough to fake it at least, which I will do too), defeats Humperdink, and rides off into the sunset – replace kissing the Princess with suiting up for the Muddy Buddy and you have my happy ending. Short of that, I have my Fezzik’s who will point out and celebrate the head shakes, the momentary balances, the baby steps. Its going to take time, I know this. I hate this but I know this. But after all, “You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.”
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