My Fourth of July Experience
Funny thing. On (US) Independence Day, I was watching some fireworks in my neighborhood - the type you would expect see at Washington Mall or Boston Harbor (it’s amazing the type of fireworks, or should I say ammunition, you can buy across the Georgia border in Alabama). You know “rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air.” One of the fireworks - munitions - went straight up in the air and came down right above me and my kids without exploding. I thought the “rocket” was going to explode right above our heads. My kids and I RAN to escape the danger, which was the first time I ran since my ATR. After the sprint and escape, I was really concerned because the area around my ATR hurt really badly. The ATR was screaming at me, “WHAT IN THE HELL/HECK ARE YOU DOING.” I iced it down and immediately went to sleep. I woke up the next morning, went for my daily one hour walk at dawn, and my limp was much better. Go figure. Today I am almost completely without a limp.
I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday (those of you that celebrate the U.S. Independence Day) and let’s continue to help each other get through this malady that is ATR!