So, I'll get to recent activities and how the game is rolling out of late first.
This morning I conjured up some cahones and got myself into Calgary so a hand specialist named Magda could fit me for a new hand splint which uses elastic finger straps to extend the fingers into a neutral position. Since I can flex (grasp) but not open the hand the splint takes care of this end of the bargain.
Basically it gives me the ability to hoan in on graspable object and hold them voluntarily.
Praise the lord, now I have some sort of signature again! Up until now the left utensil has been subbing in for any dictoral written tasks. You know, things like trying to print ones name or fill out an application for disabled parking tags.
Even my signature was giving old lefty trouble,if you havent seen my "mark" before it happens to be essentially nothing more than a glorified 'X'. Old lefty has been doing good work for me but I'll never bring him in again for any secretarial tasks subsequent.
Another big note is I've managed to get an appointment with Canada's supposed best Brachial Plexus specialist in Calgary. March 3rd, another day of reckoning. The arrival of this`has doubled my effort for gathering research and coming up with an interview template. To me this hardly anything like a consult, this is a bilateral job interview. One side of the job application is gettin the surgeon applying for the opportunity to potentially work on this poor excuse for a body. The other is myself connvincing this doc if he ever starts rummaging around poking and proding essential Bender elements to yield an element of respect and motivation to produce his best effort. If there is a patient heirarchy, I want to be at the front. My job is to try and convince this guy that I deserve his upmost attention. On the other side this is the most important job application I'll probably have to assess. Best to be prepared. I feel like I'm trying to absorb a whole education of brachial plexus specialty in a matter of weeks. Better triple my efforts.
The best thing to happen today though was a surprise visit from my lady who rolled in from the West coast. I didnt have a sniff she was arriving.
Still no movement in the biceps.
The other day I weighed myself here for the first time since I don't know when. My standard weight since my 18th bday has between 185-190lbs. Apart from a trip to Pakistan a year and half ago where I lost 20lbs due to burning ten thousand calories a day from climbing large Karakoram peaks combined with a base camp cook who refused to cleanse his left hand. You do the nutritional/intestinal math. Nothing a sushi platter for eight couldn't solve when I got home...
Apart from Pakistan its pretty much impossible for me to either gain or lose poundage. Before leaving for a trip to Logan one year I trained by eating 2 litres of ice cream a day and stayed sedintary by watching the full series of Star Trek the next Generation for a month straight. I gained 3/4 of a pound.
I stay the same weight usually no matter what the circumstance.
Anyway this thursday was an eye opener. Able stand on one leg I rolled onto the scale a cool 162lbs.
YEESH!
The dietician rolled in about 2 hours later.
She prescribed FAT, and lots of it.
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