If I don't look down, I can imagine myself looking like this when walking around:
So much rest is prescribed for my recovery. Which I promptly threw out the window tonight by deciding it would be ok to try a nice and easy bike ride. The first push of the pedal showed me the error of my ways and probably set back the healing process by at least a week... or at least that's what the "pop" I felt tells me.
This will not be the Summer of Matt.
That's not a knife, that's a spoon.
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