Monday, May 07, 2007
MORE KARTS , SAME REHAB SHIT AND NEW ARRIVALS......
Saturday was go kart day again!!
My good mates Steve and Amy are moving to Queensland and a bunch of us went to the kart track for a bit of fun.
Glad to report that this time I did not suffer any of the aftereffects when I went on Bones' bucks night.
I think the previous time was a bit of a shock to the system, but well worthwhile in reconditioning my body to a more active state.
Gino took out the line honours for the race and ran the fastest lap, a 35:09sec.
As much as I was looking forward to a close race I was bitterly disappointed and had to settle for lonely circulation resulting in 2nd place and a 34:24sec lap time.
I figured there was something wrong when Gino's kart was pulling away on the back straight and mine had nothing left to give.
Even Mick D.'s kart was pulling away!
My suspicions that I had drawn the dud machine were confirmed in the next race.
The unfortunate fellow that drove the bum kart had pulled into the pits after 2 laps as the thing had shat itself.
Oh well, there's always next time.
Gino was pretty chuffed because the last time we were out there his kart had expired 3 laps from the finish AND this time he got a Silhouette Karts cap, as opposed to some old spark plug on a little pedestal that I had received for my win.
Sunday was spent at Al's place watching the Moto GP.
He's been back home for nearly a week now and although he finds it quite tiring ( as one does after leaving hospital and having to be more active ), he's looking well.
The usual emotional roller coaster is there as expected, but overall he appears to be doohan ok.
He's still mentioning the throbbing feeling in the arm, which I hope will eventually evolve into something more akin to actual sensation and maybe even motor control.
Today's hydrotherapy was more like a scene in a Turkish bath house than an actual rehabilitation session.
Three of us spent most of the time lounging around in one corner, discussing road trauma and related subjects.
From physical ailments to the psychological side of things, how they're related to each other and how best to deal with both issues.
The psych. side is an interesting and sometimes overlooked aspect of these experiences.
It manifests itself in many forms, some affect the individual, others affect the individual's friends and family.
One thing we all agreed on was that we're pretty much fed up.
We all have outstanding surgery to be performed, from removal of metal and tidying up of the plastics side of things for me, to further orthopaedic procedures for one and fusing of ankle joints for the other.
The ongoing repetitive and tedious nature of rehab does take its toll eventually and all three of us are over it now.
Even the knowledge that every week all the exercises are slowly bringing us closer to our individual recovery goals, fails to inspire.
The frustrating realisation that we are not able to indulge in activities from our pre big bang days and that some of those we will never be able to experience again, has at times a very demoralising influence on our mindsets.
Three amateur / untrained psychologists somehow managed to discuss mental issues and come up with possible solutions, not at all unproductive if you ask me.
So even though we didn't perform much in the way of actual hydrotherapy, it was still a therapeutic exercise in a watery environment.
Tonight my sister had arrived back in Melbourne after her 2 year stint overseas.
Her and her man Glenn are once again gracing this fair city with their presence.
Wonderful to have them back in the antipodes.
Yay!!!!
.
My good mates Steve and Amy are moving to Queensland and a bunch of us went to the kart track for a bit of fun.
Glad to report that this time I did not suffer any of the aftereffects when I went on Bones' bucks night.
I think the previous time was a bit of a shock to the system, but well worthwhile in reconditioning my body to a more active state.
Gino took out the line honours for the race and ran the fastest lap, a 35:09sec.
As much as I was looking forward to a close race I was bitterly disappointed and had to settle for lonely circulation resulting in 2nd place and a 34:24sec lap time.
I figured there was something wrong when Gino's kart was pulling away on the back straight and mine had nothing left to give.
Even Mick D.'s kart was pulling away!
My suspicions that I had drawn the dud machine were confirmed in the next race.
The unfortunate fellow that drove the bum kart had pulled into the pits after 2 laps as the thing had shat itself.
Oh well, there's always next time.
Gino was pretty chuffed because the last time we were out there his kart had expired 3 laps from the finish AND this time he got a Silhouette Karts cap, as opposed to some old spark plug on a little pedestal that I had received for my win.
Sunday was spent at Al's place watching the Moto GP.
He's been back home for nearly a week now and although he finds it quite tiring ( as one does after leaving hospital and having to be more active ), he's looking well.
The usual emotional roller coaster is there as expected, but overall he appears to be doohan ok.
He's still mentioning the throbbing feeling in the arm, which I hope will eventually evolve into something more akin to actual sensation and maybe even motor control.
Today's hydrotherapy was more like a scene in a Turkish bath house than an actual rehabilitation session.
Three of us spent most of the time lounging around in one corner, discussing road trauma and related subjects.
From physical ailments to the psychological side of things, how they're related to each other and how best to deal with both issues.
The psych. side is an interesting and sometimes overlooked aspect of these experiences.
It manifests itself in many forms, some affect the individual, others affect the individual's friends and family.
One thing we all agreed on was that we're pretty much fed up.
We all have outstanding surgery to be performed, from removal of metal and tidying up of the plastics side of things for me, to further orthopaedic procedures for one and fusing of ankle joints for the other.
The ongoing repetitive and tedious nature of rehab does take its toll eventually and all three of us are over it now.
Even the knowledge that every week all the exercises are slowly bringing us closer to our individual recovery goals, fails to inspire.
The frustrating realisation that we are not able to indulge in activities from our pre big bang days and that some of those we will never be able to experience again, has at times a very demoralising influence on our mindsets.
Three amateur / untrained psychologists somehow managed to discuss mental issues and come up with possible solutions, not at all unproductive if you ask me.
So even though we didn't perform much in the way of actual hydrotherapy, it was still a therapeutic exercise in a watery environment.
Tonight my sister had arrived back in Melbourne after her 2 year stint overseas.
Her and her man Glenn are once again gracing this fair city with their presence.
Wonderful to have them back in the antipodes.
Yay!!!!
.
