Breast Reconstruction – Take 14
All I wanted to do is take up hiking to build up my stamina for my upcoming breast reconstruction surgery and decrease the chances of breast recurrence due to my being overweight. Instead, the horror stories have been coming out of the woodwork:
1. “A woman in Sedro-Woolley had a bear swipe at her face.”
2. “Sure, there are cougars all over this mountain.”
3. “There was this man riding his bike near Arlington on a mountain trail and a cougar jumped on his back.”
4. “Did you hear about those two women somewhere around Darrington that got murdered at the beginning of the trail?”
5. “Yeah, Tim rolled his ankle, had to be carried down the trail, and ended up with a blood clot.”
I think I’ll count myself lucky. The worst thing I’ve had is, last week I swallowed a bug.
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I still think it’s funny you get all these horror stories, I guess since I’ve been a regular hiker all my life and no one ever tells me stories like that. Speaking of rolling ankles, when I rolled my ankle this most recent time playing basketball (it happens) all these people had to pull out their horror stories about ankle injuries. Never had that happen before–maybe it’s a sign I’m getting old and they can’t just shake their heads at that crazy youth anymore. Now I start to remind them of their own mortality. Which I can work with… devious ideas are starting to come to mind.
Abel,
I don’t think I want to hear any more horror stories. It’s hard enough to keep my mind “happy and optimistic” while I’m on the trail trying not to have a heart attack.
Is your ankle all healed up now? I don’t think it means you’re old; it means you’re getting out there and exercising. I’d play on a basketball team if I thought someone would let me.