Well, AJ and I are back from Curaçao! We had a wonderful and relaxing time. I’m admittedly not the best at relaxing, but the physical limitations from my back and AJ’s proclivity towards seasickness meant that there wasn’t a whole lot we could do on the island besides lay around and walk downtown. For once, that was perfectly fine by me. I promise not to bore you with too many more pictures, but here are just a few. Ok, five. Don’t worry, there’s an actual blog post after the pictures.
And now back to real life! One of the best things about Curaçao was how surprisingly awesome my back felt most of the time while we were there. Trust me, no one was more surprised than me. This recovery seems like it has basically been filled with either huge steps forward or no improvement at all. It’s hard to tell if I’m getting better all of a sudden, and then BAM, I see a huge gain. It’s hard to tell why I felt so good, since I was walking around most of the day (instead of the 20 minutes twice a day I’m allowed), only doing my PT exercises once a day (instead of twice – hey, better than not at all), and not lying down all the time like I’m supposed to when I’m not doing one of the aforementioned activities. I suppose it could have been the fact that I drank alcohol at basically every meal, but I like to think it was because I was directly ignoring the orders of my physical therapist. After all, that’s what makes the most sense, obviously.
On the physical therapy front, I did reach a milestone today: it was my first day on the underwater treadmill. Don’t get excited, I wasn’t running or anything, but I did get to walk on the treadmill and do strange stretches while watching myself on an underwater camera that zoomed in on my thighs. If you’re thinking that that sounds like your worst nightmare, welcome to the club. Oh, the price we pay for progress!
Speaking of progress, guess who is not making any progress on packing? That would be me. We’ve got a ton of stuff in the pipeline for Ramblen and I’m just not concentrating on preparing for Tulsa the way I should be. I’m using the unfortunate logic that I can buy anything I need there because they have a Target. What? It’s true.