The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Sunday, July 14, 2019

We process pain and grief.

Healing will happen. It takes time and effort. The scars will remain.

Loss is eternal.

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

The gory photo - don't look if you can't take surgery.

This is inside now. Hutch really screwed it down tight. Healing well as a result.

Getting it done so quickly probably helped.

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

"Duuuude, hand me 'nother beeeeer!

My right hand is a drunken gym rat. Wild and uncoordinated. Always flexing and stretching and lifting weights.

Can't stop.

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Of course I did

In no mood to go up just to get splint adjusted. Too loose for security, which is much like comfort. So, I got Dylan to trim it, since Lefty is still iffy with scissors, with a bit of steam I moulded the elastic-plastic.

So much better, snug and secure.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

What a swell time

Mad strong twinges, weirdly painful, but short acting. Therapy accomplished, progress emphatic, still swold-up. Walked well, did stuff.

Pulled weeds and planted seeds, one handed sitting my butt on the ground.

All the colors of dead cells

Orthoglass splint off, plastic on, exercises assigned. First set of today done, hand scrubbed of dead skin. Derecho eager to get stronger, dismayed at the amount of damage.

Staving off fear and despair.

Monday, April 15, 2019

am I made of crackers now?

broke my right arm. when I try to sleep I keep experiencing that moment.i feel fragile and overwhelmed.

crumbling before my very eyes.