I'd like to provide a quick update on my post-accident injury recovery. As a quick reminder, I was in a car accident just under a month ago. My car was rear-ended and then hit broadside. While I walked away from the accident, I was diagnosed with a mild concussion and experienced some internal bruising in the chest.
The concussion left me feeling stupid and foggy, and I had periodic headaches for a couple of weeks. That seems to have fully worked itself out. I went to the gym this morning and was able to successfully complete my full strength training routine, though I will admit that I had to work up to my normal weight on bench press and lat pull-downs. I also did fewer reps of each exercise because I've been out of the gym for almost a month. What matters though is that full recovery is in sight. I plan to run tomorrow. My usual run is three miles in just under 30 minutes, but it's the first time I'll be running post-accident, so I'm going in with no expectations. If I don't hit my normal time, okay. If my still-stiff ribs can't keep up with the aerobic requirements, and I don't make three miles, okay. But I'm cautiously optimistic.
As I share the news on my healing, I'd like to take a moment to acknowledge what's made this possible:
-Time. You're a cruel mistress who always insists that I do things at your pace, but I love you nonetheless.
-NSAIDS. I'm specifically referring to Ibuprofen and Naproxen Sodium. You guys frequently don't get enough love and recognition, especially when compared to the cool drugs like Oxycodone. But Oxy is fleeting and needy. You two are low key and always available. I love you.
-Hot Yoga. When I was unable to challenge myself like a stereotypical manly-man, you were there for me. I've spent the last year dabbling with you in order to increase balance and flexibility, but you were the one exercise that met me where I was. You were there when I needed you most.
-My wife. She's freaking awesome! She encourages rest and recovery, without letting me be a b1+ch-@$$ helpless husband.
