the tindog coffeehouse

Boy, it’s hot. This is damn hot. Never got this hot in Brooklyn. It’s like Africa hot. Tarzan couldn’t take this kind of hot.

– Matthew Broderick, Biloxi Blues

I spoke too soon. Yes, I’m glad July is over, but August isn’t turning out much better. First, well… it’s hot. Yeah, yeah, it’s frickin’ August in North Texas, what do you expect? Doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Second, my ACL isn’t torn after all. Which is good news. But the bad news is my tibia is fractured where the ACL connects to it (a tibial intercondylar eminence fracture, if you want to be specific). So I have to keep my “Robocop brace” on and locked with my leg fully extended for the next several weeks while we give the bone a chance to heal. Do you realize how difficult it is to function without being able to bend your leg? Try it. It’s harder than you think.

And because of my stupid injury, we had to cancel a week-long vacation we had planned to visit friends in South Carolina. Instead of hanging out on the beach and seeing the sites in Charleston, I’ll be awkwardly sitting at my desk at work with my leg propped up.

So yay, August. Now go away.

Previously:
Goodbye, July