American Pie

I am on my way to minor surgery. It should not be a big issue, but everyone I know gets nervous. We did not know we had running as it nears. I am superstitious, and some things just freak me out. I heard "We Don't Talk Anymore" by Cliff Richard when I got in my car in 1980 when my high school sweetheart broke off the relationship. We never did not speak again. Wonder where she is? Almost 30 years ago, I remember that so is the concussion better?

Well, I use my iPod on the stereo as an alarm. I set it on random play for my songs and each morning I wake to a gem. Today, I woke to Don McLean singing "American Pie". You may not know the song, but it goes.

So bye-bye, miss American pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

So, I am sure I will be fine, as all my superstitions never come true. But what was God thinking with this wake-up call? I am taking it as a sign to be really careful and not to take recovery from anesthesia and minor surgery without great care and concern.

Especially for a 46-year-old who needs to lose 50 pounds...

As a side note, I noted today that I have a bruise from my mid-chest all the way up to my shoulder. It goes from about an inch wide at the bottom to 5 inches wide at the shoulder. I can lift my arm about shoulder height but not higher. It is still painful! Well, I can take Advil later today, and I have been looking forward to that since crashing the bike on Saturday!

UPDATE: Surgery went fine. ACL issues were negligible... The calcium issue is about 6 weeks before we run. I am loopy and going to rest (Update posted 2:30 PM Friday the 17th of July)

Carry on.