Er, my aching back.
It’s occurred to me recently that a lot of the trouble I have with walking comes from pain in my back, not my legs.
This was illustrated to me last Saturday night, when I had my run-in with the forces of fuckery in the form of getting Subway delivered via Skip.
What I didn’t mention in my recounting of the tale was that as part of that misadventure, I went from my computer to the apartment door and back without using my walker.
My legs were a little unhappy with me after and I wouldn’t have wanted to have to do it again right away, but I did it and it was no big deal, all in all.
And that is kind of a big deal.
After I realized I had done this, the question of how exactly I would know if my legs had gotten better loomed large in my mind.
After all, it’s not like any sane person, or me for that matter, would regularly try to walk without assistance just to see if a miracle has occurred and they can walk again.
So now I got something to think about, that’s for sure. I am going to have to finally get around to doing a few test walks to find out where I stand, so to speak.
It’s a thought that admittedly has crossed my mind from time to time this year but I was always too scared to try because the consequences of having my legs give out on me could be pretty dire.
I could have a nasty fall, and when you weigh as much as I do, the force of a fall is much greater than it would be for a more svelte person. I could end up lying on the floor unable to get up, like what happened in the period leading up to my hospitalization last summer. I might end up twisting in some unnatural way and spraining something.
And so on and so forth.
But I think I know a way to do it fairly safely. I will need Julian or Joe to follow behind me with the walker so that if I feel weak I can just grab it.
The physio people and I did something similar when I was in the hospital. In order to convince my hyper cautious self to get up and walk, they followed right behind me with a wheelchair. The wheelchair was so close that all I had to do was to flop down backwards like I am sitting down in a big overstuffed chair and I would be there.
Hmmm. So maybe I would be better off if someone pushed my computer chair behind me instead of the walker.
However I do it, if there is a possibility of my leaving the walker behind at least some of the time, I have to know.
Because I never thought I would say this, but I really miss walking.
Don’t take your legs for granted, folks.
More after the break.
More adventures in ordering in
Why do I put myself though all this just to pay too much for food?
Had a heck of a time ordering in because I apparently slept through the alarm I set for 9:15 pm and didn’t end up ordering until almost 10 pm.
Which is when a lot of places close. Dammit.
So in the middle of being my usual dithering self, wrinkling my nose at the prices some these places charge ($23 for pork fried rice? I don’t THINK so, Wing Kee!)., I also had to deal with the places I finally decided to order from closing on me.
I started off looking for Chinese food, but as I have mentioned in this space before, the city I live in, Richmond, has one of the largest ethnic Chinese populations outside China in the world and yet the one thing you can’t get around here is Chinese food.
The Canadian kind of Chinese food, that is. You can get all kinds of exotic and bizarre food that is so Chinese it’s studying for government exams, and completely unrecognizable to a wide eyed Westerner like me.
One place had such intriguing items as Fried Uterus, Pickled Aorta, and Poison Mushroom On Rice.
There has to be a translation error on that last one.
Maybe it should be in quotes, like “Poison” Mushroom.
But there are not a lot of places that do what we Canadians think of as Chinese food. You know, egg rolls, chow mein, fortune cookies, etc.
I can only assume it seems pretty weird to actual Chinese people. Like ordering a burger in Tokyo.
It will not look or taste normal to you. Or so I have read.
I eventually gave up on Chinese and made a lateral move to Japanese. But all the places I knew like Ninkazu and Edo closed at 10 pm. Dammit.
And the places I didn’t know were all too expensive. And oddly had their entrees priced at around $23 too.
$23 for beef donburi? I don’t THINK so! Not unless it comes with miso soup, sunomono salad, and a blowjob.
Eventually I gave up on Japanese cuisine and everything else interesting and just got myself some fuckin’ McNuggets.
Nice old reliable McDonalds. Might not be as fun or nutritious as what I was looking for but at least it’s always there for you.
Kind of makes me feel like an errant husband coming home to have sex with the wife after striking out at the singles bars.
That’s probably not a thing any more, right? It’s a very Seventies “Did someone say ‘Free Love’?” kind of thing.
Pretty sure hookup apps have made singles bars obsolete.
And good riddance. They were a ridiculously inefficient way to find sex anyhow.
Now women are at long last free to admit they are horny and want to fuck and there is nothing more to it. Just like men have always been free to do.
Go get some, ladies!
Who knows, maybe some day straight people will know the freedom to be freaky uv gay men have always had.
At least, that’s the dream.
Imagine a world in which straight people have bath houses too!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.