Lesley's Artwork2

It turns out my main love language is "Graphing Affirmation". My Lesley made this for me.

I'd like to call your attention to "Ability to Dance". Its one of the aspects she loves about me which goes to prove my theory - My father was black. Why? - everybody knows white people cannot dance.

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Only a few days left till I see Lesley again!
Jamie's excited!
And Yes! - even SCUBA Steve is excited!

A Pie Chart

How do I love thee? Let me Graph the ways...

UPdate

UPDATE

Lesley is currently in Physical Therapy -working out that knee thang. She goes three times a week and, to my suprise, loves it. She would say she loves it because its her only time out of the house to be active. However I tend to have another explanation and it's pretty simple - Lesley loves PAIN. She loves feeling it and causing it. She can be a mean littel mongrel. Watch out Kentucky!

I have been in the process of upgrading from an apartment to a house. My cousin, Annie, and I are set to move Sunday the 26th. In addition to moving I am also car shopping. I've been blessed to have Lesley's car to use in Jacksonville while my car has experienced this trouble.


Thats all for now. Thanks. J.J.

Knee Surgery

Well who knew that a tennis injury could actually be a completely torn ACL. After being mislead by the PA in the ER that I most likely just had a sprain I was hopeful that I would be walking around and back to my normal level of activity in no time. However, after coming home to Lexington, we were surprised to hear that I actually completely torn my ACL and I am going to have ACL recontructive surgury tomorrow morning with a 6 month period of restrictive motion. Recovery is going to take a while, but most importantly I will be most of the way through rehabilitation before medical school starts. However, with graduation less than 2 months away finishing this semester is going to be difficult. And I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little sad that I am missing out on my last two months in Charleston and my last semester. Besides that fact that I will not be able to wear heels to formal, graduation or my best friends wedding or be able to dance, I am handling this well. One day at a time is all that I can say about recovery. With surgery tomorrow I am a little anxious. Everyone keeps reminding me that everything will turn out ok and I hope it does. I just want to be back to me, back to running and skating and dancing and playing tennis with my man. All of this has been good for our relationship. It has shown me just how much he loves me and how much I need him. He took wonderful care of me when I was with him and now I need him more than ever.