Yesterday evening, sitting around in a café, patiently waiting for a natural health conference to begin, I meditated over the deeper implications of my post-surgical situation.
No efforts for the next few weeks... Early end of the bike season?
All of my friends and colleagues came in biking, which was such a bummer when if found myself walking back to the metro while everyone cycled away. Ugh.
Through the window, I could see the devil tempting me... And I should answer his call ASAP!!
Well, whoever knows me enough knew it could not happen any differently. Already in the hospital I began using alternative medicine in the doctor's (amused) face. Then, barely out, I didn't take all of the prescribed medication, and dropped the only one I used after two days. The alternatives simply were much more effective.
So here I am, less than a week after the intervention, feeling better than I should after two weeks, staring at my bag, darting envious looks at those on the lane.
Come on, this is too pathetic. I shall try it out before the end of the week!