Ramblings from a Boston Boy stuck in New York
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10-August-2005Posted by on
So, with the knee on the mend, I’ve gone in search of some new rides! And, what better time of year to start looking than the end of summer when all the posers decide to pawn off their barely used sticks so they’ll have some pocket cash to put towards a new snowboard (which they’ll ride twice all season).
Lucky for me, I’ve found a few gems:
First up is a beautiful 9′ Tri-Fin Rainbow Longboard. From the description on craigslist.com, it’s in great condition and ready to rumble. No, I’m not telling you the link because it’s going to be mine, all mine!!!! I’ve honestly been dieing to get my hands on a longboard since I started surfing and this may just be the way to do it. And, really, where do you find longboards (especially on Long Island) for $250 anymore. Blue Crush and MTV killed that! I’m so pumped about it. With the shitty waves we get here on the East Coast, a longboard is a necessity. Now, I just need to get my knee back in shape again.
The second board I’m looking at is a 7′ In the Eye tri-fin. Slightly used, but still in great shape, this board looks to be a steal at about $150. It slightly reminds me of a cross between my 6’6″ egg and 7’2″ funshape that were each stolen this year. Both boards look like a blast to ride. Add these on top of the custom-made bodyboard that Brent is making for us (as we speak) and I’ll be good to go come September. I’ve just got to keep doing my rehab, eating my vitamins, and saying my prayers (yeah, I’m an old-school Hulkamaniac – whaddya gonna do about it, brother?!?!) and I’ll be ready for hurricane swell this fall. YEAHHHH!
4-August-2005Posted by on
It’s such a nice looking word – you’d almost consider it to be a nice word considering how it’s put together “a-trophy.” But, alas, it’s anything but nice.
Merriam & Webster define it as the following:
Main Entry: at·ro·phy
Inflected Form(s): plural -phies
Etymology: Late Latin atrophia, from Greek, from atrophos ill fed, from a- + trephein to nourish
1 : decrease in size or wasting away of a body part or tissue; also : arrested development or loss of a part or organ incidental to the normal development or life of an animal or plant
2 : a wasting away or progressive decline
What in the hell is he talking about, you ask? The answer is plain and simple – my right knee. Tomorrow (08.05.05) will be 2wks to the day that I had my surgery completed and I am far from recovered. My Range of Motion (ROM) is anything but good, there is still swelling and a bit of pain in the area, and – for the first time in over ten years – I can honestly say that my right leg is smaller than my left (hence the above rant). I am not a happy camper to say the least.
Perhaps I’ve put some exceptional expectations on myself. I figured that I’d be almost ready to rock-n-roll after two weeks. Instead, I’m still rolling in and out of bed at night. What the fuck! PT was started yesterday and it looks like I’ve got a long road to go, but I’m going to get there. This setback will not beat me! I’m so determined to get in the water before this summer is out. Alright, I should stop bitching here and get back to being semi-productive…more news later (if I feel like it).
27-July-2005Posted by on
Stitches come out today and I couldn’t be happier. Nothing sucks worse in the AM than having to take a shower with a freaking garbage bag wrapped around your leg. I’ll also find out what the hell a ‘planka’ is and if I can start rehab soon. Pumped, I tell ya!
Not much going on otherwise. Gearing up for the snowboard trip. I’ve already gotten in touch with two mountains – Okemo & Killington – regarding pricing. This year we’re going to do it pimp style! I can’t wait. Should be a blast. Alright, boring week, not much more to report…maybe somethng fun will happen in the next few days…
22-July-2005Posted by on
Arrived at the hospital at 7am this morning and was in a car on the way home by 11. Couldn’t believe how quick it all went. Doc says that the back of my knee cap showed a lot of wear and tear, so they cleaned that up. They shaved down my cartilage, and also removed my planka (?). He had mentioned the planka before. I guess it’s a band of tissue on the inside of my knee. I’ve been searching all over the net since I got home and can’t find anything about it.
I can already bear some weight on it. The doc had me pretty numbed up when I left, so I was thinking “Damn, this is gonna be easy.” Then I got home and the pain meds wore off. Guess I’m going to have to use that Vicadin. Oh well. Either way, I’m putting weight on it already, although they want to avoid that for a day or two.
I’m doing well otherwise. I woke up and the first thing I thought was “I’m wicked hungry!” Guess that means all is well. I’ve been eating fine all day, so I’m happy. I’ve even been able to keep to my diet. So, I go get the stitches out next week and then see the doc again the week after. A little PT and I’m good to go. Time to do the other one after that I guess.
Thanks for all the well wishes though, folks. It means a lot to me.
21-July-2005Posted by on
Have you ever wanted something, but not known what exactly is the object of your desires? I had that problem last night. I was in a piss-poor mood and I knew I wanted something, but couldn’t figure out what it was. Might be that I’m kind of upset with my career at the moment. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do, but I feel like I’m never going to be more than a wheel in the cog for the rest of my life. I want to be somebody, do something with my life. It might be this diet I’m on. The wife and I are following the South Beach diet. No carbs (other than veggies) for the first two weeks. I’m getting near my breaking point. I’ve done this all before with my BB’ing dieting, but the cravings have never been as bad as they are now. I don’t even want to think about what I’d do for a cookie or a sandwich.
Regardless, it’s probably just stress about my upcoming surgery. Tomorrow!!!! I can’t wait to get it done so I can be normal (will I ever be totally normal?) again, but I’m also dreading it. Something about being put under and dealing with the rehab just isn’t sounding all that pleasant to me. Not much more going on here. I’ll try and come up with a quick entry post-surgery to give an account of it.