I will repeat, The Motels were robbed.

There's a picture in your head of a martial artist (or an FBI agent) and it involves certain things -- not being a wuss, being tough, having heart, and these things are in service of a certain goal, and not achieving that goal means you are a wuss with no heart and really what were you thinking getting into this anyway?

You've just described my husband's approach to life. "Goddammit, you just had back surgery/heart surgery/etc.!" I'll yell at him (it's not easy to yell etc.). "I'm not an invalid!" he'll yell back.

He's always defined himself by his strength and his body's capabilities. A stint in a wheelchair is always lurking in his memory, goading him on to prove he can do everything he used to do, the increasing scar tissue notwithstanding. This attitude has kept him functioning beyond what most people have thought he was capable of, but there is an unarguable barrier that he keeps bouncing against. He believes that an acceptance of limitation is an acceptance of the wheelchair, despite the fact that he's screwed up recovery times by trying too much too soon.

The Motels looked like someone's mom doing karaoke.

Arrested Development kicked ass though.

Timelies. Weather weirdness continues. Yesterday's high temprature was at around 6 or 7 in the morning (high 70s to low 80s). By the time I left work, it was in the 50s.

Not complaining, mind you, as the humid mid to high 80s crap had to go, but it's odd to be back in April/May during mid-June.

I don't want to be back at work.

I REALLY want my car back today. (Mechanic is expecting the shipment in this morning.)

I forgot my lunch. I don't remember locking my door. (I'm sure I did. It's instinctive. But it is a thing to obsess about.)

But it is a thing to obsess about.

Forget about Obsession for Men, it's Obsession for Fretters that is really popular.

He believes that an acceptance of limitation is an acceptance of the wheelchair, despite the fact that he's screwed up recovery times by trying too much too soon.

Does he get it logically, that he's screwing up recovery? What I mean to ask is, is it a battle between head and heart and heart wins?

For ita.

is it a battle between head and heart and heart wins?

Pretty much. He wants to get better so that he can take some of the stress off of me, plus there's the fear of giving in to everything, plus he's always been lucky to bounce back fairly quickly. While the nurses are trying to talk other people into just standing up to go to the bathroom by themselves, Hubby will be taking strolls to other floors. He can't find the Do Not Cross line in recovery until he trips over it.

I will repeat, The Motels were robbed.

Word. People are lame.