Got a call from my physical therapist at the VA
several days ago. She wanted to set up a video
conference with me. Yes, Monday, April 5th
at 10 AM would be fine, I told her.
She told me to be prepared to walk 10 feet so
that she could observe me. Fine, I suppose, I
told her. I’ll have to set up the right angle on
my computer, and use a cane or walker allowing
me to maneuver for you to see. Fine, she said.
10-steps, I wondered why that number? What
would she be able to tell from that? It would
be much easier to tell her, even 10-steps will
hurt like hell.
Then again, I suppose my impression of hell
might be different than hers. I could set fire to
my place and walk through the flames. At least
that way, I’d get my point across.
Were I capable of making the production using
CGI, it would be a far more dramatic illustration
of what hurting like hell really looks like. (You know,
9- steps, not so much; 11-steps, a hell of a lot more.)
Anyway, I eyeballed the whole thing, and unfor-
tunately from a production standpoint, I can
probably only manage 8-steps before hitting
the wall.
I got it, an Academy Award Performance…
I can picture myself now, a close up shot,
cigarette dangling from my lips as I say,
"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all
the world, she walks into mine." But then,
I tend to be a bit over-dramatic about such
things.
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Chris Hanch 4-5-2021
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