Friday Flashman: On days like today, when it’s pouring outside, Sir Harry finds the warmest spot in the house, collects his playthings and does his best to put the “domestic” in “domesticated.”
Friday Flashman: Dreaming of a land where felis silvestris catus roams free, feasting on defenseless hordes of adorable marsupials, Sir Harry looks out the window and sighs, certain the warier vermin common to the neighborhood’s hemisphere must be enjoying a mocking laugh at his captive expense.
Can’t remember exactly how I got here, but not even having watched the film I already agree with the review somehow and feel as though I’ve found an holy grail.
Friday Flashman: Doing his best Edmond Dantès, Sir Harry has been running vigorous laps up and down the length of the apartment and practicing aerial acrobatics behind bars, biding his time until a wider margin of opportunity provides freedom and the means to exact his delicately plotted revenge.
Friday Flashman: While he appreciates his valet’s currently considerable availability and attention, Sir Harry is past being polite in making it clear that someone needs to get out of the house.
Honestly, I’m surprised the next suggestion wasn’t @Horse_ebooks.
My old boss, Gina Bianchini, says what I’ve always thought in the back of my head at a recent FailCon. (via ernie)
Never! Now excuse me while I rate this Uber ride to Hog and Rocks after seeing my bros check in on Foursquare.
Here’s the full set of x-rays from after the accident, then after surgery. Oh, you want to see some skin, do you? Fine. Below, the photo taken at my request by a member of the surgical team which I posted to Twitter shortly before I left the hospital. It’s only a little less angry looking today, but still hot enough for Doctor Kandemir to take some pinup shots of his own for posterity during the morning consult.
Speaking of the consult, I’ll be in a sling for the next six weeks, at least. But in the meantime, I can shower myself (gingerly), start physical therapy and even exercise my legs on a recumbent, stationary bicycle! However, the California International Marathon looks right out. So no qualifying time for the Boston Marathon this year as hoped.
After a two week hiatus, Smokin’ Fast is back and naturally I’m talking about pain after spending the last three weeks thinking pretty hard about it whether I wanted to or not.
Pictured are some before and after images of my shoulder, including the scapular fracture through the glenoid fossa of the glenohumeral joint and the complete clavicle fracture. The clavicle was nailed back together with stainless steel, while the scapula was wrapped and riveted with titanium.
That’s right, I’m bringing ponchos back, bitches!
Seriously, want to thank all the doctors, nurses, staff and volunteers at UCSF for what by all indications was a successful surgery. On Tuesday I’ll get a better post-op prognosis once Doctor Kandemir has had a chance to admire x-rays of his team’s handiwork.
Particular thanks to my nurses Leslie and Lyly for not taking my pain-addled bullshit personally and helping me hold on to some independence, and to the hospital chaplain, Imam Ali, for taking a moment on his rounds to let me lean on his compassion when I needed it.
As for my visitors and callers, I hope to thank you all more personally soon. But for now, I’d be in much worse shape without you, and I really do appreciate everyone’s patience.
Friday Flashman: As ever, the hardest work for Sir Harry is in the field of patience. Typical for cats to whom so much comes so easily, he imagines.
Around 10am tomorrow I go under Doctor Utku Kandemir’s knife at the UCSF campus, 505 Parnassus. Visiting hours are from 11am to 8pm, and please do visit, though Wednesday evening I may be a bit of a zombie. I’ll be getting a plate screwed in to my left scapula and a pin or two in my left clavicle. There will be two incisions, front and back. I don’t have a good sense of how long the surgery will last, but I imagine a while — that seems like a lot of cutting and hardware installation.
I know the UCSF orthopedics team is top notch, but still, wish me luck. Everyone’s gotta go through this stuff, I know, but it doesn’t make it much less frightening in the moment.
Flashman is home! Thanks for everyone’s help! He spent the weekend at the Royan Hotel after getting taken in while playing near FoodsCo. So glad he’s home before I go in for surgery.
Again, thanks for everyone’s words and tweets and links and reblogs of encouragement and support. Flashman loves you all! And so do I.
Yes, I’m officially living in a country and western ballad — I haven’t seen Sir Harry since shortly after the last Friday Flashman. So that makes two trusty steeds thieved, a fight with an angry bronco lost badly and my beloved pet done wandered off if you’re keeping score at home.
Anyway, if you’re in the neighborhood, please keep an eye out. Because I’m going in for surgery on Wednesday morning at UCSF Parnassus and won’t be able to look for him after tomorrow.
Seriously, fuck my life.