The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

16 December 2004

T plus 24 hours

My appreciation for things I can't do very well seems to have gone up now that I can't do them at all. The temporary fixed-knee-angle business has its uses, and I understand them, but movement, for the moment, seems more theoretical than actual. I did have the prescience to pick up a cane this fall, and it seems to help with the launch. (The actual cane is fussily high-tech, with a black metallic finish, a height-adjustment knob, and four points of contact with the floor, but this seems to be one of those situations where a shepherd's crook wouldn't have been quite so efficient.)

More annoying, in fact, is the sponge-baths-only edict for the next couple of days, inasmuch as the early-morning shower is one of the essential ingredients for enabling me to create the illusion that I'm awake.

Positive developments: I haven't had to dip into the stash of industrial-strength painkillers yet — a couple of store-knockoff Excedrin PMs got me to sleep decently enough — and so far, the only places that itch are within reach.

Posted at 9:20 AM to General Disinterest

Low maintenance . . just what we like . . low maintenance :)

Posted by: ms7168 at 10:53 AM on 16 December 2004

"Mr. Dillon, Mr. Dillon... There's a big gun fight down at the Ok Corral.."

I'll save you a bass string for when it starts to itch..

Posted by: Captioned And!? at 7:10 PM on 17 December 2004