| Sep. 30th, 2005 @ 10:57 pm (no subject) |
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You know... it's funny. Before the accident I was never really interested in sports, or really any outdoor activity. I wasn't a couch potato by any means, but I was never in to it, not like some of the guys I knew.
After the accident though, all I could do was sit there and think of all the things that I couldn't do. Suddenly I wanted to play football, or jump hurdles, or run in a marathon, go mountain climbing, or a million other things that suddenly seemed out of my read.
Heh.
Looking back, I think it was my way of holding on to my loss... like if I wasn't sunk in a state of misery about it, it made my loss somehow less.
Yeah, I was a rather pathetic bastard.
My therapist suggested that I may a list of things that I could do. That prompted a return list of all the things that I couldn't. He asked me how many of those things I had done before. Well, aside from the little snit fit I'm sure I threw, it got me thinking.
And the next week I was asking about prosthetics.
I am not defined by my 'loss', I define it.
Tomorrow I'm going to sign up for surfing lessons. We'll see how it goes. |
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