I Am Not Tony Stark

I’m not Iron Man. I’m just not the hero type with all my personal flaws, many of them public. It’s just ridiculous to call me a superhero [long pause] even though that would be awesome...

I’ve seen Iron Man twice by the way. It was great! I’m very excited about this summer’s movies including Dark Knight (July 18th), Indiana Jones (May 22nd) and Incredible Hulk (June 13th).

I’m going through a bit of a manic episode as if a blind man couldn’t tell that. I was having problems at home when I tore my Achilles. So now I got a mountain of doctors’ bills coming and I’m off work for weeks without being able to workout. My entire life seemed out of balance. I didn’t feel like I had control over anything. Everyone around me was being supportive, but at the same time I was being inundated with advice on what to do and what not to do. I know, I know. Good looking out should have been my response. And I was able to take some things away from all the unsolicited advice. The fact is the people that were here for me when I got hurt are the people that have been with me for a while. One of my many public character flaws is that I have trouble asking for or even accepting help. I guess working at a young age and just wanting to be independent from my family made me independent from everyone. I move to the beat of my own drum and often times that’s a good thing. But when your life is off kilter, it’s not so much.

I am okay. I am still having some issues with sleep, but the doctor gave me Ambien. I was actually able to will myself back to sleep last night, so that is progress. I’ve been flashing a lot of cash and credit cards lately. It’s something I do to make myself feel better. It makes me feel powerful and pretty at the same time. I’ve talked it over with myself and I will have to cut back on some things. The Achilles injury is much better. I have some strength back in the calf muscle. I’ve taken some steps without any brace around the house. I still wear the walking boot much of the time, but I also have a nice ankle brace for when the doctor gives me the okay. I go back to see the surgeon on Monday and hopefully he will be as happy as I am with my progress. Monday is also the day I return to work. I’m only slightly excited, but at least it’s just a half day (doctor’s appointment in the afternoon). I also hopped on the scale today and I’ve lost almost 40 lbs from when I started working out at the beginning of February. My plan is to get back with lifting weights by this weekend. I’m also thinking (and this is just between us) that I will get back on the exercise bike for a short period of time each day to help with the injury.

I am not Tony Stark, but we have the same taste in booze and women.