Out Of Service

Arm's broken. Thus these questions:

1) Ever broken any bones?

2) As far as Karma goes, what sort of karmic reward would be fair for say, a broken arm (your writing arm)? How 'bout a leg?

3) Ever broken someone else's bones?

4) If you could wish (and be granted) physical harm on any one person, would you do it? To whom?

5) What's the longest you've ever been sick (as in haven't left the home/bed/hospital)?

answers:

1) yes. right arm and right foot. viva la left!

2) well, I already got 41 CDs from the junos and got to be a juror, and Toronto Hydro overbilled me so now I have a credit. And I have a great girlfriend so I'm feeling pretty sated.

3) ran into a kid playing soccer in grade 6. his arm broke but good.

4) i don't like the idea of harming people. maybe like breaking a rapist's dick or something (is that too harsh?)

5) well broken bones aside, i did once have an ear infection for like a week. it was like having head spins 24/7. sucked balls.

Frikkin Frakkin...

Okay so I broke my arm on New Year's and am just now getting around to signing in to blog. Fact of the matter is I'm in a large amount of discomfort and typing with my left hand sucks. However, I figured an update was about due (both here and on my Friday Five) so here it is.

Up until the arm breaking thing, New Year's was going swimmingly. And Kate has been the best nurse ever (even when I wake up at 4 a.m. crying in frustration over the full body rash that seems to have taken over my body...I aalmost wish for the hives to return...yes it's been lovely). The sponge baths aren't so bad either...ha, who am I kidding, as sexy as it sounds, sponge baths make you feel like an infant...which is Not sexy (at least not to me).

My thanks to all those who have been awesome to Lefty, with pain-killing gifts and offers of take out food. And of course to Kate...my lovely sweet helpful Kate. She's helped me dress and done my dishes and in all honesty deserves an award or a metal. Alas all I can offer is a one-armed hug and the promise to make it up to her once I am whole again....which I'm sure will mean a month of craft bazaars, massages and made-to-serve meals complete with apron and wine. Given with pleasure!