Cabin Fever Sets In

This is the third day since my vasectomy and I'm starting to really get the itch to run, or do just about anything outside the house that doesn't involved ice packs. Last night I felt good enough to risk dinner at my folk's house. Even the light exercise of setting the table, clearing away the dishes, etc. was enough to send me gratefully hobbling back to my futon and cold press but the desire is there. I think is some very small way I can now empathize with people who get seriously injured or sick. I want to run.