Got some things done today, but not a lot. Mostly preparations for when I can do more. Took a much shorter, more level walk and a bunch more pictures. Got the studio mostly set up. Can't find the power cord to the big computer. Can't wait to have more use of my right hand.
To give you an idea of how right-handed I am: The Urgent Care Clinic let me sign the paperwork with my left hand. First, imagine what it would look like if someone were to write "ASS" during a major earthquake. Now imagine something much, much worse, and you're probably pretty close. When I brush my teeth using my left hand, I end up holding the brush still and moving my head around. I guess it's pretty funny. I mean, you're laughing, right?
Right. So I have to return to the clinic tomorrow (Monday) afternoon, and hopefully the next level of bandages will be less cumbersome. The pain is minimal – it pretty much feels like a scrape. I'm still surprised when I think of all that blood compared to the relatively small amount of pain. I wonder if anybody's noticed the splotches I left behind. I'm extremely curious to see them for myself, but discretion is so far holding out against the urge to walk that trail again.
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