In an unforeseen development, this season's Chuckwagon programming is undergoing a seismic shift. Hopefully if nothing else this will forestall the incident of my first "So Faux Pro" beat down.
Having spent a reasonable amount of time on bike fit, I finally got my bed position dialled in last night. One throw pillow under the ankle with a down pillow immediately up the leg from that, under the knee. No head pillows, and absolutely flat on my back. This produced my first three-plus consecutive hour sleep. I was also able to stretch out my oxycodone (generic percoset) interval from 4 hours to 6 during the critical "between midnight and dawn" stage, which has thus far been the most difficult one. Some experienced players have warned me of the diminishing returns of pain medicine, so anything I can do to get ahead of the 8 ball there is cool. I feel as though I am sleeping on a playground slide, but having a good position, as we all know, is key.
Speaking of drugs, a prescription card can be a wonderful thing. The antibiotics and pain relievers costs a grand total of around $8 after benefit. The blood thinner, for which there is no generic? $430 for a two week supply. Good thing I didn't spend all of my flex spending money already. Lasik will just have to wait until next year once again.
The side effects of all this time on my back are interesting, as you can imagine. My skin is suffering. Constipation is a joy. Tell the folks at Gold Bond to keep the production line humming. Life is a constant ab workout as I do anything at all.
Instead of wallowing in misery, pain and pity I'm going to try and put these few unplanned free weeks to good use. This is going to encompass some professional as well as personal development. Life hands you a couple of weeks where no one really expects a lot of you, you have to take advantage, you know?
My wife is the best.