No, not that one.  THIS one….

aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh……

When we last left each other’s company (here), I was waiting for the healing to begin so I could get back to the business of, oh, well, RUNNING.  After all, it’s kind of an integral part of my little literary corner here.  As we all know by now, patience is NOT one of my strong suits.  As is neither refraining from ice cream, well-made margaritas, or a nicely chilled glass of Paso Robles Cabernet.  (Yes, Colby, I’m lookin’ at YOU.)  I know it’s only been three weeks, but this tail is itching to get wagging again.  DAMMIT, THIS GIRL’S GOT PR’S TO SET.

Just…yeah…um…crap.

Soooooooo, since these little 15 minute strolls with the hubs and Wonder Mutt just aren’t quite cutting it as far as a training plan goes, girlfriend is taking her tail off to physical therapy.  At least if I’m going to break something to make it work, I’ll know how to do it correctly.  After all, I am pretty sick and tired of doing nothing more than staring at this crap all day long.

Pretty, isn’t it?

On the upside, the hubs has been nothing short of amazing in his post-surgical nursing skills.  UH-MAZE-ING.  If they gave out Emmy’s for Amazing Husbands Who Take Care of Their Gimpy Wives, he would be like the Tom Hanks of the Gimpy Support World.  Minus the Walt Disney mustache.  And the hair.

I would’ve pasted hubby’s face on here, but I’m too photoshop-challenged. Work with me here.

So as we ride off into the sunset of the Black Dog Surgery/Recovery Shenanigans – at least until I get the other knee fixed – let us bid adieu to all things silly hats, cutie patootie anesthesia dudes, happy juice, and bruises.  From here on out, it’s all things onwards and upwards.  And if you hear inhumane screaming coming from a certain physical therapy office in south Florida, fear not.  For Mr. Hanks will have one of these ready for me when I gimp in the door.

LOVE. MY. MAN.

Enjoy the ride.

Sooooo, were we highly entertained by the surgery/recovery shenanigans?  Or would you rather have had your eyeballs popped out with a spoon?  Did poking fun at your surgery make it easier to deal with it?  Did you have your own Tom Hanks dude at home, ready to make the pain go away with a Godiva chocolate martini?  Would you like to rent mine?  I charge a very reasonable fee.