My Inspiring Recovery

My pain really began on July 18th, shortly after my surgery as I learned I would never walk again.... during the next six weeks.

For the first few days after surgery I was confined to the main floor of my house. My parents took turns staying over night (because who wants to drive all the way across Omaha to help me) and along with my roommate, brought me the life nourishing food I needed for my long recovery. The day after surgery a "Legasus" machine was brought to my house, which I would sit in for six hours a day as it bent my knee back and forth. I am still in this machine over four weeks later for six hours a day. Thats 42 hours in the Legasus a week. That is more than a full time job.

I am grateful that I have not yet developed bedsores from the amount of lying around I have done. I have reacquainted myself with old Seinfeld episodes and I have finished both The Future of Music and The Art of the Start while "doing my time."

I've returned to the doctor several times for checkups and all is going well. I was later informed by one of the doctors that the piece of bone broken in my leg was the largest he'd ever seen. After I scan the picture you'll be able to see offending bone on the photographs page.

After my next appointment on August 31st I hope to be given the go ahead to shed these infernal crutches and walk again.

Against the urging of my mother I plan to practice and return to Guitar Hero as the champion of my neighborhood. I may slow down on the high kicks but you just can't take the fake fans and fake jamming out of my soul.