No one is going to read this

Can you return to your blog after 13 months off? Probably not, so this may just be a one off post. And if so it is probably just going to be read by one person. Anyway, here goes.

A little over a year ago I was still in my sling and stitches from my shoulder surgery and put up the first post I had written in over 6 months. Clearly, I was not doing much writing even before I gave it up. And its not that things were not happening but more that my life had taken on a cyclical nature. It is hard to get excited about writing a post about something you did last summer or last fall. Still, in that lack of enthusiasm to write about the things that seemed to keep recurring in my life (Gator football, beach trips to Delaware, boring work travel, trips to Vegas, weekends in NYC…) I did miss some new stuff that maybe deserved a nod from me.

So, in hopefully not too many words here is what has been going on since that one liner from June 08.

I had a Bankhart Repair and capsular shift on June 8^th, 2008. It was a relatively quick arthroscopic procedure that left me with three tiny scars. I spent the following three weeks in a sling and living on percocet. In July, I got to take the sling off and began physical therapy. Then for the next 12 weeks I was in the PT clinic 2-3 times a week. But, that doesn’t mean I left PT behind in September when my time there was done. No, I was given a nice home workout program and just for good measure decided it would be a good idea to have my own physical therapy aide, so I started dating one.

I don’t know how common or cliché starting a relationship like this is but I imagine it isn’t rare. The details, well not details, but a little background goes like this. My surgeon works a few floors above the clinic I ended up going to, so a week after my surgery during my first check up he sent me downstairs to set up my appts for the following month. As cheesy as it sounds I noticed her right away, it was just a quick glimpse while I was up front setting up appointments and she was walking around the back working with patients. Then I left, went about my life for three weeks and finally returned for therapy. Becoming friends was easy, and trust me it is better to have your therapist and aides on your side than not. After all, their job is to push you to get better and sometimes that sucks. One of my first memories of the girl was her sarcastically mocking my range of motion. After that the next 10 weeks played out pretty low key, she went to work, I went to do my exercises and I noticed that I definitely looked forward to seeing her and was upset on the days her shift and my session did not overlap. With only a few weeks left we ended up at a happy hour together with some other people from the clinic and things took off from there. A week later I was done with therapy and we had plans to hang out again.

The next six weeks played out like I’m sure most new relationships do. We weren’t really sure if it was going anywhere or if there was more than just a fleeting attraction there. After Halloween though, we were definitely dating and seeing each other regularly. Now, I rarely go a day without seeing her. We spent 4 days camping out at Bonnaroo and survived. We spent a weekend in New York City. She met my sister in Las Vegas (btw, my sister lives in Las Vegas, you can find her bartending at Lavo). I got her an awesome Albert Tshirt for Christmas and though she could care less about football she did watch the SECCG with me on my birthday and sent me text messages cheering on the Gators during the BCSCG.

Sorry this post has turned into a “Me and My Girlfriend” story but that has really been the past year of my life. Ask me what I am doing today or what I did yesterday and my responses will inevitably go something like this, “We are going to a party” or “We are having dinner” or “We went to a show”.

Everything else is pretty much the same as it was a year ago, but it all seems so different.