The pain in my ankle is finally finally subsiding. It's still fairly swollen and bruised, but I no longer have shooting pains up my leg when I lower my leg from the ottoman. With my newly found freedom from excrutiating pain, I have been more social and have invited friends over and even ventured out on brief excursions.
Last night, Christa came over bearing dinner and her laptop. We popped open a bottle of champagne, chowed on a salad (my body was in shock), powered up the laptops and geeked for hours. We traded some music, drank lots of champagne, gossiped and installed instant messenger on my machine. I still don't really know how it works, but I now have the ability to send requests to WXYC.
Today was an absolutely amazing day, but I'll blog it tomorrow, as I just stumbled across Welcome Back, Kotter on TV. In 1995, as I was recovering from surgery in a hospital bed at Duke, I discovered a week-long Welcome Back, Kotter marathon on hospital TV. I lived for it every day. 8 episodes every night. I didn't need morphine... only Epstein, Barbarino, Kotter, and Freddy "Boom Boom" Washington from 8pm to midnight. I am convinced that it played a major role in my recovery. But given the state I was in, WBK was the only thing that was easy to watch that took my mind off of being laid up in a hospital bed and hooked up to lots of tubes. I think that Horshak might have special healing powers. And John Travolta is just cute!
Is that Boom Boom djing? Although I don't see the turntables, I definitely see the records and is that a cart machine in the background? Ahhhh... the days of djing with LPs and carts.