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Don't worry, I am not going to talk about my broken hand. Well, Ok just for a minute. Two more things I found extremely difficult to do with 1.3 hands.
Tightening my belt, and clipping my finger nails.
I have been on a relatively high calcium diet. (to my chagrin, there is no calcium in scotch.) On top of one Tums, three times a day, I am drinking 2% milk. All that calcium is growing my finger nails quite rapidly. As I mentioned, Devin and I enjoyed a mani-pedi last Friday together. However my fingernails were getting long again.
Yesterday I put the clippers in my bad hand, and you would be amazed at how much leverage I do NOT have. I could not clip my nails. I even tried putting the clippers on the desk and tried hitting them with a stapler. No that did not work.
I finally got the correct leverage on the clippers and cut the nails of steel.
Exhausted, I went to my master closet to dress. Now I have made a cognizant effort to eat less, since my doctors were quite impressed with my blood pressure as they were my fracture. I am trying to eat less than a fist full of food at each meal.
Now when experimenting with this approach to a life style change, I could imagine all food groups in the serving size of one fist, except scotch. No matter how I tried to fit scotch into my fist, it would drain right through without leaving any mass. I figured it must do the same in my body as well.
The good news is, it is working, because I have lost a couple pounds over the last couple weeks. The problem is, I must use all my strength to cinch up my belt with my right hand. That really smarts on the hand.
I tried going out with loose droopy drawers, and the hip hop look just does not work for me. Even with a cool swagger and the bright red cast, I just look like some chubby old guy with a broken hand who is too lazy to cinch his belt.
But this blog is not about me. Well, yeah it is, because it's my blog, so I will occasionally talk about me. I will talk about you all sometimes. Hey Bob from Utah new reader. You should know I went into the house and cried after I shook your hand a few days before Christmas. Thomas L. new old reader, hope you are enjoying China.
ANYway, again I have readers that had recent maladies and they wanted a mention in the blog. I swear, one of them even sent me a photo for publishing.
Karen, who had shoulder surgery a while back thought that lifting wine glasses every night, was all the physical therapy her shoulder needed. From personal experience, it ain't so. She had a procedure to manipulate her shoulder again in order to start the healing process all over again. Today was that day.
Here is a shot of Karen before her procedure.
Here is a shot after her procedure.
They must be on an HMO.
My lovely wife was spending time with Karen today as her husband had a grueling schedule at the office this week. I remember those days. Mmmmmmm.
While Devin was keeping company with Karen and loom knitting what will end up being the world's largest infinity scarf, I mozied over to Mission Hospital (yes Steve, I was in your building and did not call. Gonna hear about that.) to deliver some reading material to yet another reader, Mary Kate.
Mary Kate was all snuggled up in her Cardiac Intensive Care Unit bed with two of her children by her bedside. I brought her today's Journal and IBD and visited for a while.
She provided the grizzly details of how she ended up in Mission Hospital. Out of respect for her privacy, I will only say, when you are out of breath from crossing a room, don't ignore it for three days. All indications are she will be fine after a few days rest. Our thoughts and prayers are with her for a speedy recovery.
Tommorow, bright and early, Jack has his wisdom teeth yanked. Mary Kate suggested we video Jack coming out of the amnesia, as her videos of her boy waking up provides them with hours of family entertainment. Mary Kate, look up the word Karma.
Tonight I reminded Jack to takes his vitamins. He takes a vitamin C tablet and I recently bought him the big chewable tablets. He asked if he could swallow it or if he had to chew it. Well, I can swallow 18 pills of all sizes and colors in one gulp with no liquid. I was not the one to ask.
A few minutes later Jack is coming down stairs with eyes as big as basketballs, and a look of panic, as the tablet was lodged in the back of his throat. I was glad I had not run out and bought his new XBOX game as I thought for a moment his XBOX days were over.
I told him not to panic as the tablet would dissolve eventually. I was watching a cable show about mobsters as the color was returning to Jack's face. As I watched I saw a story about Crazy Joey Gallo who got gunned down outside Umberto's Clam house on Mulberry Street in Little Italy.
I pressed rewind and showed Jack and he realized that is where I took Ryan and Jack in October. Jack could see right where he was standing and saw the actual crime photos of where we were standing. He thought it was cool. The food was better at Angelo's, down the street.
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