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Saturday, February 15, 2003
Therese LePore, the phony Democrat (she changed her party registration from Republican to run for election supervisor) who gave George W. Bush so much help in the last election, is in the news again, this time making it harder for blind people to vote. This sort of thing happens all over, actually, and it wouldn't be worth picking on the dastardly LePore if not for the following amazing sentence from the article:

"People who are visually impaired or blind were told to drive there," she said.

(Via Avedon Carol and Hesiod.)

Thursday, February 13, 2003
I had my first physical therapy appointment today. It looks like Dr. Gunther is most concerned about my index finger, which wasn't fused. My hand is now in an active splint, which uses a rubber band to pull the finger straight. I'm supposed to take my finger out of the splint once an hour to exercise it and keep it from getting stiff (except when I'm asleep, of course). I think I stretched the rubber band too much earlier, so my finger hurt and the knuckle, which presses into a foam pad, got very red. That can't be good, so I'm going to be careful to stretch it less.

I can wash my hand now, which is very nice and makes it easier to shower. The hand looks much better now that it's clean, and the stitches will come out on Tuesday. Things are moving faster than I expected, which is good.

I watched a 1962 Greek version of Electra, which was all right. My mother asked a lot of questions, as if she hadn't seen the play before, or just now was noticing how little sense it makes.

Monday, February 10, 2003
They took the splint off my hand today, and now each finger is just wrapped in a couple of layers of gauze. The fingers are still stiff, but I have pretty good range of motion. (For instance, I can touch the tip of each finger with my thumb.) And my wrist is moving pretty well. I don't think I can bend it quite as far back as I could immediately before the operation, but I'm sure now that it's out of the splint, it'll do fine.

I was going to say it looks good, but actually it's pretty ugly. For one thing, I haven't washed it for a week, so there's yellow disinfectant and blood all over. Plus there are black stitches, and huge bumps on my knuckles. Apparently there was plenty of extra skin when he was done, and it'll contract once my body works out that my fingers are a different shape. Plus there's some blood pooled up under the extra skin, which will gradually be reabsorbed by my body.

I still can't carry a cafeteria tray or anything heavy, but they're encouraging me to use my hand as much as possible, which is encouraging. I may be able to go home a little earlier than I thought, although I'm not going to try to rush it. The doctor said I would not be able to sit through a six-to-eight week jury trial starting March 20th, which of course was a terrible terrible disappointment, or perhaps the opposite.

My first physical therapy appointment is Thursday morning, so I'll write another update then.

Sunday, February 09, 2003
Twelfth Night today at the Folger. Not my favorite production (although it was never less than competent, and Sarah Marshall was very good as Feste), but my eight-year-old niece liked it, which is the important thing.

The Harmonists is a movie about a group of Jewish singers--well, half of them are Jewish--performing in Nazi Germany. Naziism is an eternally bewildering horror, and this film does a better job than most of conveying just how senseless it must have seemed at the time. There's some violence, but things don't get as bad as they usually do in movies of this genre. Indeed, it's possible to see this movie as as much a celebration of their music as it is an indictment of their oppressors. Very much recommended.


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