Tuesday, June 01, 2010
A Waste of Time
It's amazing. I have lost a month. Oh, I've been relatively conscious and aware during this lost amount of time. However, I realized today that a month of recovery time has passed and I have accomplished absolutely nothing. Nothing!
Sure, I've been doing my physical therapy to try to regain mobility. But other than that? Not a heck of a lot.
I have asked myself why this may be. Why have I gone over 30 days without even trying to write a chapter of my book, doing more ancestry research, or even starting a hobby such as trying to build a model using only one foot and no hands? I don't know. I guess it could be some form of depression. Perhaps it is merely incredible Garfield-type laziness. All I know is that I've done nothing.
I still have a few days. Can I do something? Probably not. The only writing I foresee is the writing off of this rehab time as a complete waste.
Yeah...some form of depression. I'll buy that.