I have one week of non-weight bearing to go....for a grand total of 8 weeks. I feel good. I'm so excited...but super nervous at the same time. The last 7 weeks have been strictly "love the cartilage" time. I've massaged it, EZmended it, kissed it, sunned it, wined it, dined it, and sung happy songs to it (The Turtles: "So happy together" is a current fav). I've done all that I can do to ensure that it wants to join "Team Kirstie." I think that I've convinced it, but I won't know for sure until I start testing it a little. I think it's ready though. I've got a good feeling.
In honour of my one-week countdown, I've decided to post a list that I've been creating and adding to for the past 6 months. It's my list of cool shit I will do when my knee is better. I have like 245 items now...I will share my top 10 because 245 would be a bit excessive now, wouldn't it?
Cool Shit that I will do once my knee works:
1. Jump to every song that contains the word "jump" in it. Top favorites include: Kriss Kross: "Jump" and House of Pain: "Jump Around" - "I came to get down, I came to get down, so get off your feet and jump around." Someone will pop a bottle of champagne and I will jump as the champagne rains down on me (being careful not to slip, of course). I have goosebumps just thinking about it...
2. Walk confidently across a crowded room - currently my biggest fear is having to get up and crutch/cane/limp in front of a room full of people. I will confidently strut across a room and if anyone notices me, it'll be strictly because of my awesomeness - not because of my injury.
3. Attend a week-long surf camp somewhere cool like Panama or Costa Rica. Becoming a proficient ocean surfer is a dream of mine. In fact, if I could be any movie character I would be Kate Bosworth's character in "Blue Crush" (although I would have at least waited until the 3rd date to sleep with that football dude. Isn't there some new "rule" about 3rd dates? I dunno, my last date was 1997).
4. Take my fabulous niece and nephew for a bike ride. I worry that their childhood memory of Aunty Kirstie will be of me laying on a couch with an "owie." I want them to associate Aunty Kirstie with fun and energy.
5. Pass the Thessaly in Dr. M's office. The Thessaly test is a quick little diagnostic that can detect cartilage tears. The patient stands on his bad leg, bends it slightly and hops. I know it's not a pass/fail type of test but mine is always "positive" which to me, represents failure. I don't fail tests. And apparently, practicing won't actually help you (I can still hear Dr. M, "You can't PRACTICE the Thessaly. It's a diagnostic." haha. Someday I will pass this damn thing and Dr. M and I will celebrate with a polka.
6. Longboard down the Rotary Trail. I had just learned how to longboard and was loving it prior to my injury. I can't wait to get back on that board - with a helmet of course...and maybe a suit of armour, just to be safe.
7. Find my ass. I know it's somewhere. If found, please return ASAP. It is dearly missed.
Best CD EVER. |
9. Drive my car. Where, you ask? Who cares. Sunroof open, 90's CD music blasting (that's right...CD. I am most likely the only person left on earth who listens to CD's. And yes, I still have Ace of Base and it's awesome). Maybe I want a Tims? Maybe I want the latest US magazine? Sushi perhaps? Who cares - I will hop in my car and drive wherever the hell I want to go with no need to pre-plan all my rides in advance (by the way, thanks soooooo much to anyone who has chauffeured my scrawny little ass around over the past 2 months. You rock)
10. I decided to combine three of my goals into one because I couldn't decide which one best qualified for top 10: I will take my dog, Dundee, for a walk in my sexiest high heels, whilst occasionally dropping it like it's hot. Best walk ever! Someday I will video that little gem for you and we will all know that I've reached the ultimate goal. That will be saweet!
Oh boy! Did someone say...WALK??? |
Other suggestions?
Jump to every song with jump in it - excellent idea. Then you can light a match to every song that rhymes fire with desire... though that might take the rest of your life.
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