Allen_Wrench
Resident Mad Scientist
Thursday afternoon to evening, after many scheduling issues, I finally went in for surgery to repair a double (left & right side) hernia and get a vasectomy, essentially killing all birds with one stone. The docs warned me ahead of time how sore I'd be, and not to do too much moving around, bending over, driving, or lifting anything 15 pounds or heavier. I inquired "So riding my motorbike is probably right out for a while?" They said afraid so; three weeks at least.
And here I am looking out at the nicest weather we've had all spring, likely to stay nice for a while, all kinds of time on my hands, full gas can of pre-mix in the shed,...and I feel like I was on the loosing team of a rugby match. Why is it that just knowing I can't ride my bike for a long while makes me long for it even more. This is even worse than the pain itself.
I know I won't break down and hop on it. Like a dutiful patient, I will stick to doctor's orders like glue. But when the time comes, that first ride of the season is gonna feel SOOOOO good.
And here I am looking out at the nicest weather we've had all spring, likely to stay nice for a while, all kinds of time on my hands, full gas can of pre-mix in the shed,...and I feel like I was on the loosing team of a rugby match. Why is it that just knowing I can't ride my bike for a long while makes me long for it even more. This is even worse than the pain itself.
I know I won't break down and hop on it. Like a dutiful patient, I will stick to doctor's orders like glue. But when the time comes, that first ride of the season is gonna feel SOOOOO good.