Superpowers

Yeah, it's been a while. In my defense, I'm having to relearn how to type with the right side of my body, which isn't fun.

The staples are out and I've transitioned to the phase of my recovery where I'm working the arm to restore its mobility. I about three weeks, I should have that down to the point where I can start rebuilding functional strength.

It hasn't stopped hurting, but it's to the point where I can feel the weight of the plate inside my arm. It's stiff, unyielding, and right now it interferes with moving the arm around. It's a bit creepy.

But on the other hand, this should be a temporary thing. And when it's all said and done, I'm going to have a titanium-reinforced skeleton! I will be a living union of man and machine!!

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...Okay, so just one bone has the plating, and the machine parts are as simple as they come, but for as big a fan of comics as I am this is still kind of cool.

Still Swinging

Posts about deep personal reflection and the value of life lived versus the life unlived seems like low-hanging fruit, still. So in an effort to avoid being maudlin, here's a fictional couplet:

Here I sit, broken arm-ed,
Thought to fart, but rather sharted.

Unused Munitions?

It occurs to me that one of my best counter-offensives in fighting the universe, which has levelled some genius volleys in my direction recently, is one that the medium of blogs was more or less designed for. Tonally, it may seem out of place, but hell, it's not like much has been IN place lately.

So here it goes. The highlight of my day:

I pooped A LOT! Like, in a toilet. Bunch of times, too!

Thatt genuinely makes me feel better. Ah, the internet. Where were we as a society without you?

What's the Word?

I have the sense that I want to do something (not just be able to move my right arm), but I also have the sense that I want to do nothing. Or maybe I want to do some particular kind of nothing.

Some language or another has to have a word for that? Right?

Broken Cycles

Got off track for a few days, didn't I? My excuse? I broke my right arm Friday night, and didn't get out of the hospital until Sunday.

Alright, *I* didn't break my arm. The fall did, from the roof I was on trying to fix a leak.

So I'm going to be much less efficient for the next week or two. Typing with my left hand is annoying.

On the one hand (see what I did there?), I want to applaud the universe for delivering such a mighty blow. On the other hand, it's unsettling to think about how easily the universe could've finished me off right then.

Ugh, the next few weeks are going to crawl so slow! Anyone want to take dictation for me for the next month?

Filler

I've heard a few people say that it's important to write in a project every day, even if it's just a couple of words, to keep the momentum up.

This is one of those days when I try that euphemism out.

Good Days

Every so often, the universe doesn't fight me so much. I have a good day.

Today's felt pretty good. I woke up pretty positive, and got a lot done at work already. There's plenty of the day left to go, but there's nothing in particular I'm feeling anxious about.

To reward this good turn of fortune, I'm pulling out a gif about the dark side of mattress testing. Enjoy!