Yesterday was a really, really good day. My sides are hurting like crazy, apparently because I'm using my arms s'dang much and because I've been out of shape so long.
Yesterday, with only one person spotting me and not really doing very much at all, I dragged myself up with the parallel bars and stood on my good right foot for three minutes solid. I could've gone longer; I could've gone
much longer, but my left arm was getting a lot of strain balancing and holding me up. My left leg isn't ready to bear weight yet, but it
really wants to, and I'm hoping the doctor will clear me for at least a little bit of balance weight next week.
Getting back into bed (an uphill slide on the board) was a touch problematic, as I only had one guy to help. So I maneuvered myself to where I could grab the overbed trapeze, and he gave me an Atomic Wedgie -- really, he didn't have to lift near as hard as he did -- and we just got me into bed without the board.
I'm jacked for this week. I think it's gonna be pretty solid.
On the other hand, I hate TV even more than I did before. Week before last? When the rotten scumsucking motherfucking cowardly frightened intimidated spineless collusionary cronyistic who-cares-about-the-little-peoples-rights-so-long-as-we've-got-all-the-fucking-money Congress approved telecom immunity, so that the Bells don't have to worry about illegally spying on us for BushCo? CNN ran at least two hours in prime time about... UFOs in Texas.
Fuck the Vichy Media. Fuck them up their stupid asses.
Anything else political I need to catch up on quick right now? There are too many blogs, and most of 'em take too frickin' long to load on dial-up. (Although you guys really, really should see
Frank Rich's utter destruction of John McSame in the NY Times today. The fuckin' Vichy Media should see it too, but I'm sure Johnny Boy will distract them with some of his fiiiiine barbecue and all will be well. Monsters.)
ETA: Shit, even
Tom Friedman has figured some stuff out. Bob Herbert, of course,
already had.