Recovery

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I’m here; I’m alive.  Been back at my parents’ house for the past ten days or so, and I haven’t really bothered charging my cell.  Whatever time I’m not spending with Ev is largely occupied by BBC America: Orphan Black, Doctor Who, and of course Star Trek TNG.  (The upside of being here is that there is cable.)

Doing home PT and looking forward to trying crutches next week.  Had the staples taken out on Wednesday (all 55 of them), and the surgeon says everything looks great.

As for my memory of the second hospitalization, I’d say it’s spotty, but mostly intact. I remember becoming aware of the fact that I missed out on an entire 24-hour period (I think it was a Thursday) and at one point waking up not knowing who I was or why I was in the hospital (which was scary) Dilaudid is some nasty shit.  At least I wasn’t acting like a total madwoman the second time around.  (In other words, I was nice to people.)

About ten more weeks until I can put weight on my new leg!  June cannot arrive soon enough.

Riddick and Doggie at Un-Furya

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The First 30 Minutes of Riddick: Rule the Dark
Retold in the Tamarian language:

Children of Necro.
Son of Furya.
Shaka, when the walls fell!
Darmok on the Ocean.
Zinda, his face black, his eyes red.
Kadir beneath Mo Moteh.
Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra.
The beast at Tanagra.
Uzani, his army with fists open.
Uzani, his army with fists closed.
Sokath, his eyes uncovered!
Picard and Dathon at El-Adrel.
Temba, his arms wide open.

Riddick and Doggie at Un-Furya.