I don’t have any ill will towards 2009, even though it was probably the worst year of my life. Maybe I’m in denial. It could be old-fashioned short-term memory loss. I don’t know why, but I feel like I had as much fun as any other year. Even though I didn’t.
I spent most of the year in great pain. About half that time I spent as much time on my stomach as possible to take pressure off my spine and leg. Every morning it took me more than 15 minutes just to get out of bed and get acclimated to the pain. Putting on socks was the worst. Each one took me at least 5 excruciating minutes. And then I’d grimace through work and laid down during my breaks. I had to stop working out which was especially depressing since I had wrapped up a big chunk of my identity with a healthy strong body. Continue reading