It's damn good to be alive.  Pushing through the post-accident pain is another battle that I'm fated to win.

My right ribs and the three layered ripples of my intercostal muscles on that side are harboring an ocean of bruised blood that is making coughing and laughing and torso-shifting major tactical undertakings:  Cough slowly while supporting my rib cage with my cupped hands.  And only cough once and not deeply.  Laugh only if it's spontaneous and uncontrollable.  And then drag the laugh out into a low, slow howl that resembles Lurch's (Addams family) utterance of grave foreboding.  Bootstrap into every movement.  Pull myself up, no sudden movements, no kung fu moments.

I was supposed to take the whole week off work to recuperate but
decided yesterday to quit the pain meds and head into the office. 
Well, I made it through the day without the percocets but it was
rough.   There are going to be some more rough days ahead.  Some more it's-damn-good-to-be-alive days ahead.    I intend to transcend this setback and become unhindered.  Now is my launchpoint into greater awareness.