james_kieliszek (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} james_kieliszek) wrote,@ 2005-09-26 22:58:00 |
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Handi-capable
Went to Potter's BBQ Saturday, and had a great time as usual. Spent some time manning the grill, enjoyed some sun and fresh air on an absolutely beautiful afternoon, and kicked ass at croquet. Some background: I'd played 3 or 4 games of croquet before Saturday, and had been consistently bad at it. For some unknown reason, I was able to make ridiculous shots on a regular basis, on purpose, even. I had balls curving over Potter's gently rolling lawn like they were on rails. The two possible explanations are: the pain (and therefore adrenaline) from my wounded leg gave me a heightened ability to focus; or, vicodin gives me the power of telekinesis. Joy took pictures of the event, as she needed 'action' shots for a photo class. She should have a pic of me vaulting an errant ball that was coming right at my good leg, which I'm eager to see once it's developed.
Sunday I went bowling. I'd crutch out to the end of the approach and then one of the folks I was bowling with would trade me my ball for my crutches. Normally when I bowl I get a foot or two of curve on the ball (which is pretty lame, for those not familiar with the sport). Apparently, standing on one foot at the line corrects my form in such a way that I get heretofore unseen amounts of curve out of my ball - I had to aim right on my release (just like a non-crappy bowler) to keep my ball from curving off the lane into the left gutter. Jym skipped the Giants game to catch the spectacle of my one-legged bowling, and I expect the video he took of the event to be made available online sometime in the near future.
Today I drove to work without difficulty. At work, I accomplished nearly nothing. The vicodin had not previously made me drowsy at all (one of the reasons I was confident in driving to work), but the pill I took mid-day hit me really hard. I think the reason was that I didn't eat much of a breakfast, and was taking the medicine on a practically empty stomach. I skipped my afternoon dose to make sure I was sober enough to drive home, and took a two-hour nap once I got home, ate, and took some medicine. I'll grab a couple slices of pizza first thing tomorrow to make sure I'm productive at work.
Went to Potter's BBQ Saturday, and had a great time as usual. Spent some time manning the grill, enjoyed some sun and fresh air on an absolutely beautiful afternoon, and kicked ass at croquet. Some background: I'd played 3 or 4 games of croquet before Saturday, and had been consistently bad at it. For some unknown reason, I was able to make ridiculous shots on a regular basis, on purpose, even. I had balls curving over Potter's gently rolling lawn like they were on rails. The two possible explanations are: the pain (and therefore adrenaline) from my wounded leg gave me a heightened ability to focus; or, vicodin gives me the power of telekinesis. Joy took pictures of the event, as she needed 'action' shots for a photo class. She should have a pic of me vaulting an errant ball that was coming right at my good leg, which I'm eager to see once it's developed.
Sunday I went bowling. I'd crutch out to the end of the approach and then one of the folks I was bowling with would trade me my ball for my crutches. Normally when I bowl I get a foot or two of curve on the ball (which is pretty lame, for those not familiar with the sport). Apparently, standing on one foot at the line corrects my form in such a way that I get heretofore unseen amounts of curve out of my ball - I had to aim right on my release (just like a non-crappy bowler) to keep my ball from curving off the lane into the left gutter. Jym skipped the Giants game to catch the spectacle of my one-legged bowling, and I expect the video he took of the event to be made available online sometime in the near future.
Today I drove to work without difficulty. At work, I accomplished nearly nothing. The vicodin had not previously made me drowsy at all (one of the reasons I was confident in driving to work), but the pill I took mid-day hit me really hard. I think the reason was that I didn't eat much of a breakfast, and was taking the medicine on a practically empty stomach. I skipped my afternoon dose to make sure I was sober enough to drive home, and took a two-hour nap once I got home, ate, and took some medicine. I'll grab a couple slices of pizza first thing tomorrow to make sure I'm productive at work.
