The Ice Machine Exposé

Today I want to show you my ice machine, a formidable—and most frosty—beast. Its name is Game Ready. I wear my ice pants throughout the day and take a break at night. My mom must assist me stepping into and out of them every time I get up, which is every hour. I drink lots of tea under my blankets and have heating pads to stay warm. Game Ready leaves me so cold I worry about frostbite on my gluteus maximus. The machine gobbles and munches the ice at such a rate that my poor mother is quite frantic as she tries to keep up with it. I cannot say I love the thing, especially when it's on its compression setting, but I'm glad it's helping reduce my inflammation and getting me GAME READY, whatever that means. We only need to rent it for two weeks post-surgery. 

The Hungry Ice Machine

Our routine