Yesterday, I returned home from the Shouldice Clinic after undergoing surgery for my hernia. As always, my beautiful Petal, Rachelle, was there to offer me love, support and encouragement.
She helped start my process of recovery by telling me about all the cool and fun things she did when I was gone. For instance, she has a new instructor at her Mixed Martial Arts class named Adalberto. Apparently, he comes from a wealthy family from Rio, is an expert “grappler,” has been encouraging Rachelle to take her test for her orange belt, and has been staying late with her after class. He sounds like a nice guy.
At any rate, a particularly crusty nurse from the clinic, who sarcastically referred to me as “pretty boy,” said that she “could see the lazy” in me and that I was going to have to work hard if I ever wanted to get over the pain caused by my surgery. I made the mistake of telling Rachelle this, and she very enthusiastically volunteered to show some leadership and implement some tough love. So after I walked the dog up to Dupont in order to fill up the propane tank for the barbeque and returned home to reattach it and prepare dinner, Rachelle and I played a game of musical chairs, which Rachelle said would be good for me.
One of the things I love about Rachelle is that she really likes to succeed. It doesn’t matter what it is, but she is always driven to do just as well as she possibly can, and so it was with my rehabilitative round of musical chairs. As always, we wagered on the outcome. Unfortunately, after Rachelle hip-checked me to the ground in the second round, I blacked-out and don’t remember anything else. Apparently, it was a really close match, and when we were tied at 7 apiece, I suggested we play one final round for June rent. I got to choose the music, Magic Bus, by The Who, which is my theme song.
According to Rachelle, I lost this final round because I started singing the song and forgot to sit down in the chair when the music stopped. She says that I then lost my cool and started to hyperventilate (dehydrated?) and passed out again. She then showed a video of me lying on the floor, flat on my back, with the dog licking my teeth, the song Magic Bus playing in the background as proof.
Feelin’ good today, though!