I can figure out the point of anything

It's been almost a week since my surgery and my leg is on the mend...at least that's what the doctor said. 3 more weeks of crutches and 4 weeks of physical therapy and i should be able to walk again. That's the hope anyway.
Today was the first day of my PT. It hurt. I can't hardly lift my leg an inch with out help. I did all kinds of lifting excercises, stretches, and was even hooked up to the electrode machine for 12 minutes. The last time I was hooked up to one of those bad boys was when I was in Oklahoma for a goalkeeping camp. I sprained my ankle really bad, was on crutches for about a day, hated it, so i decided to go right back to training with it sore. But when I was getting my ankle checked out, the doc there hooked me up to the electrode machine too. It sends short burst of electricity into your leg and gets the muscles moving. It's pretty exciting.
So today when I was hooked up to it, it brought back memories of OK goalkeeping camp and how I wished I was back there training. It's still to this day one of the best summer activities that I've had.
So now I'm still on the crutches but I can at least put a little bit of pressure on it, I have a few excercises that will help to loosen my knee, and I have an awesome black knee brace that makes all the ladies go, "ooooo". In a few weeks, I'll be walking again...then running....then I'll be back on the soccer field, readly to defend my goal and my honor.
I kind of feel like Uma Thurman's character in Kill Bill. She was put in a coma and paralized from the waist down. Upon waking, she had to break out of the hospital without being seen, avoid assassins, steal a car, and sit there till she could get herself to move her big toe. When she finally did it, she could start rehab'ing herself back to full strength, retrain, go to Japan and find a master sword maker and then start on her journey of killing Bill and all his hired assassins.
Instead of having anyone to kill, I too must get myself to lift my leg an inch off the ground (which I can't currently do), retrain, find a master soccerball maker, and begin on my journey to obtain soccer glory.
But for now, I'll have to settle for Physical Therapy, school, and surviving on watermelon and cold pizza.