Almost there....
It's January 29th, which means today is day 29 of not drinking. I must say the challenge for this month has been rather easy. There really has only been a few moments where a drink would've been ideal. I think what I'll take away from this month the most is to really think about whether or not I want that drink when I'm out... because truth for me is that I never really need it. It's also been nice saving money while out to eat and not to mention I choose restaurants that are in the two star category when I'm not drinking. Although it will be nice to go out to a nicer restaurant next month. One other thing I noticed was the only time I really had to make a conscious choice not to drink was when I was out with others that were drinking.... AND maybe when I broke my wrist.
Pushing My Limits
Okay.... so.... I must be trying to really challenge myself this month. Whatever I do I like to give a 100%...whether it be in sports, friendship, traveling, this experiment, or you name it. I'm wondering if I just wasn't feeling challenged enough this month with not drinking, so I figured I'd up the anti by breaking something??!!??
so here I was playing softball.... doing what I do:::... I had just hit a tripple and was now on third base waiting for a hit to send me home. the hit came and I ran hard... apparently a little too hard because when I hit home I ended up turning my run into a slide/roll... bracing myself with my wrist. I got up happy to know I was safe and just feeling the burning slightly on my knees and side from the slide. Walking back to the dugout I heard several, "oh my gosh! Are you ok?" Of course I said, "yeah, I'm fine!" Yet as I sat down I found my hands shaking... and I was still holding the bat from the previous hitter:::: so... my body was in a little bit of shock.
I finished the game playing three more innings, and even hitting another tripple... oh and I should mention I play first base, so most the plays come to me... and often the ball comes HARD!! After the game, which we ended up tying by the way... I walked over to give high-fives to the other team::: each one was like pain shooting through my body. It was then I knew my hand wasn't really fine. Let's just say If I've ever really wanted a drink this month... it was NOW!!!
The next day I went to the Dr. saying I don't think it's broken. Several minutes later he walks back in with the X-rays and says, "Well, you've fractured your scaphoid." And then the memory came of 12 years ago when I did this on my left hand. Annnnnnnd again I left ready for a drink.....
but the truth is my body is quite happy that I haven't been drinking as it's in better condition to tackle this healing... pain and all.
Oh and one more thing to add... typing takes forever, I'm like a chicken pecking away at each key.... A glass of wine right now sure would be nice...
so here I was playing softball.... doing what I do:::... I had just hit a tripple and was now on third base waiting for a hit to send me home. the hit came and I ran hard... apparently a little too hard because when I hit home I ended up turning my run into a slide/roll... bracing myself with my wrist. I got up happy to know I was safe and just feeling the burning slightly on my knees and side from the slide. Walking back to the dugout I heard several, "oh my gosh! Are you ok?" Of course I said, "yeah, I'm fine!" Yet as I sat down I found my hands shaking... and I was still holding the bat from the previous hitter:::: so... my body was in a little bit of shock.
I finished the game playing three more innings, and even hitting another tripple... oh and I should mention I play first base, so most the plays come to me... and often the ball comes HARD!! After the game, which we ended up tying by the way... I walked over to give high-fives to the other team::: each one was like pain shooting through my body. It was then I knew my hand wasn't really fine. Let's just say If I've ever really wanted a drink this month... it was NOW!!!
The next day I went to the Dr. saying I don't think it's broken. Several minutes later he walks back in with the X-rays and says, "Well, you've fractured your scaphoid." And then the memory came of 12 years ago when I did this on my left hand. Annnnnnnd again I left ready for a drink.....
but the truth is my body is quite happy that I haven't been drinking as it's in better condition to tackle this healing... pain and all.
Oh and one more thing to add... typing takes forever, I'm like a chicken pecking away at each key.... A glass of wine right now sure would be nice...
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