Recovery from the Physical, Mentally Optimistic

I seem to be recovering nicely from my broken collar bone.  I am pretty much completely out of the sling at home and I can tell that the bone is healing, as I can’t feel the broken ends moving and rubbing together anymore.  I think I may have also broken my elbow cap, if there is such a thing.  The elbow continues to be tender when I straighten my arm or rest it on something.  It doesn’t really hurt so it can’t be too bad, but I will have it checked out to make sure there is nothing to be addressed.

Mentally, I am still on a high of sorts resulting from my discovery that, while I’m certainly far from normal, the issues I have with myself are pit and parcel with my personality type.  For whatever reason, that makes me feel better.  I am trying to just be amused by myself rather than taking myself too seriously.  For now at least, it seems to be mostly working.  Keeping fingers crossed!  If this keeps up it would turn out to be the biggest life hack for me ever.

I realized that I know of a Jimmy Buffett song that includes mention of a broken bone (I’m assuming that he is talking about himself, but for all we knew he is writing the story of someone he met in a bar).  I would certainly be remiss not to share the song, and it has other appropriate sentiments for a newly 40-year-old man (or man-child?)  to share.  Enjoy!


Growing Older but Not Up

I rounded first never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstop’s position
Then crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
I’m no Pete Rose, I can’t pretend
While my mind is quite flexible
these brittle bones don’t bend[Chorus:]
I’m growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
So let the winds of change blow over my head
I’d rather die while I’m living then live while I’m dead

Sometimes I see me as an old manatee
Heading south as the waters grow colder
He tries to steer clear of the hum drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulders
That’s how it flows right to the end
His body’s still flexible but that
Barnacle brain don’t bend


So now don’t get me wrong
This is not a sad song
Just events that I have happened to witness
And time takes it’s toll as we head for the poll
And no one dies from physical fitness
That’s how it goes, right to the end
As the days grow more complicated the night life still wins


Let the winds of change blow over my head
I’d rather die while I’m living then live while I’m dead

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