I seem to be able to get around on one crutch with some facility, which is good because it keeps one arm free for carrying items or for shaking at the gods in anguish.
I am already stir-crazy. Suppose I'll sit here and stare at the knee...heal...heal...heal...heal...
Given my current state of immobilization, be prepared for greater than usually blogging activity. Banal posts such as this one.
Coming up next on everyone's favorite unpronounceable sequence of brackets and 0's:
Taking a shower.
Washing the dishes.
Thinking long and hard about how I managed to do this to myself.
Attempting to change my pants.
Attempting to change my socks.
Loads of fun, babies.