So I quit drinking. You'd think that would appease the gods, right? Maybe throw 'em a little something that says "hey there God...I care about living right, you know. Sure I've spent have my waking hours in the past 12 years in a spiraling blackout, but I've repented and reformed!"
Let me tell you something, pal: God doesn't care.
I had shoulder surgery in May. Rehabed all summer with no mtb'ing, no backpacking, no fun. Just swimming, light weights and a bit of road biking. Finally, in about early August, my shoulder is feeling great.
A week later, my back becomes so tight that I can barely walk. Spasms constantly. Doesn't want to give.
It stays this way for about 2 weeks until I'm finally able to stretch it out and get it back to normal. I'm psyched because I can get back on my bike and it looks like all is well for the quickly approaching bird hunting season. I continue to work on the boat and the like and even start trap shooting because my shoulder is finally strong enough. We take the boat up to Redfish Lake for some camping. I'm sober but have a great time.
That night I fall out of the boat and roll my ankle, severely spraining it and barely tearing my achiles tendon. This hurts. God chuckles and snorts softly, covering His mouth in embarassment.
So I'm out again, icing, adviling, staying off of it and wearing the stupid aircast. In about 5 days the swelling begins to recede and I can walk again, though it's still tight. I do so carefuly. One week until hunting season begins so I have to be careful and just get it better by taking it easy and limping around. I say to God, "you know I need to be hunting in a week. I could use just a bit of empathy, you know? Hook a brotha up with some heeling?" While limping, my foot begins to get just a bit sore where the big toe meets the foot. No big deal. I continue to ice and take care. Hunting season arrives and for the opener I decide I can pack my foot into my Danners and lace them tight. If I walk a certain way, the toe aggrevation is avoided. I walk a grueling lap up a huge ridge/hill of about 2000' with no trail, careful not to resprain the ankle or whatnot. I shoot a grouse. I thank God for said grouse. I make it back to the truck without incident, though my foot is sore. I ice immediately afterwards.
The next day I go to Pendleton, OR to meet a friend for a dove shoot on his uncle's property. My foot's pretty sore but I manage and we have a great time. Again I give the Lord some props for the dove we shot and enjoy the scenery. I ice everyday after each hunt. My foot is about the same soreness. No big deal, right? This morning, two days after the hunt, I wake up and can't stand on my foot. I go to the ER as all the bone docs are busy for a week.
I have multiple stress fractures from limping and will be in this cast for 6 weeks. God laughs. He laughs so hard he pisses himself. His stomach hurts from laughing so hard. He's pointing at me to his angels and laughing hysterically, snorting uncontrollably. Jeebus is even laughing. I am Heaven's practical joke with an ongoing punchline. Four substantial injuries in 4 months.
Be thankful your health but don't tout it....God is watching and he's got a twisted sense of humor.![]()
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