Recovery

February 2019, yeah, all of it

Continued from previous post.

Well, all that was left for me to do was to grow a new ass. At least the skin. Apparently the meat out of my butt cheek wasn't coming back. It takes longer than you might think.

I was on my back for weeks on end. It's actually pretty hard to minimize contact with your butt, or anything connected to it. Try it sometime.

We had a follow up with a doctor and an intern about four weeks after the fall. Heather joked that this was just what I always wanted, two young girls commented on how good my ass looked. Somehow this is not what I would have imagined, but I was still happy that things were healing up well.

I know you clenched your butt cheeks together at least once at some point reading this account. I did writing it months later, but here's the thing, I'm damn glad I can. You are too, whether you realize it or not. The alternative is not fun.

Well, this completely rearranged our schedule for the year. There was no way we were going to the Bahamas now.  Since we were going to be stateside it looked like I was going to be able to make my M17 meeting in March in Salt Lake, since Heather's medical appointments were just then as well, although in Phoenix. All this was assuming I was going to be able to sit on my ass for a day or three.

We continued our daily routine all the way up to our approaching departure for Salt Lake for my meeting and medical appointments. The days and seasons of TV shows on disk melted into one another. At least I could go on short car trips if Heather drove.

I couldn't really drive for the longest time because if I was putting pressure on my ass it became the sole focus of my attention, traffic and pedestrians be damned. I finally took the wheel a few times for short trips starting after about five weeks. That's the longest I've gone without driving since I was about 15, or even 14 (sorry, Mom).

After my fall I think the "one hand for the boat, one for you" rule should be modified with - when getting on and off the boat, both hands for the boat. And screw the trash.

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