As I continue to rehab my shoulder and quell the occasional urge to pound the keyboard with my forehead after taking half an hour to type a two-paragraph email response with one hand, I find my greatest savior from utterly languishing immobile depression has been my recent obsession with Morrowind on the Xbox, courtesy of Lucy’s Christmas gift. Unable to do much of anything that normally keeps me otherwise occupied and content, and the idiot box being entertaining for only so long, I’ve found that not only does the console controller work nicely for me while my arm is crooked at my side in the sling, I can pretend I’m doing many of the things I’m currently prevented from doing, like running, snowboarding, climbing things, and raiding dwarven caverns to collect magic relics.
On the upside, my PT on Monday was overall positive, and I may be back in action by mid-April, just in time to catch the tail end of the spring snow season, and get in some spring climbing before summer makes Smith unbearably hot. Til then, it’s more gaming for me, and doing what little exercise I can to not become a bloated sofa manatee.
There, that only took 3 hours to type.