I am able to move my elbow more fluidly than yesterday (still has less than 48 hours since I became intimate with asphalt in the West Loop), can nearly fully extend my arm, and can bend it toward my body almost enough to reach my mouth. Strange how the temporary loss of a body part gives one pause: how do returning Iraq War vets manage with the permanent loss of a limb? Simple things, like using shampoo, become more complicated when you only have use of one hand. Shampoo bottle needs to be opened, and shampoo poured out – but what do you pour it into? Directly upon your scalp, I guess, but I used to always pour it in my other hand. Pant zippers, shoelaces, chopping vegetables, reading a book, even blowing one’s nose – all become new experiences, tasks that have to be relearned.
In a just world, George Bush and his minions of death would have to suffer eternal hellfire for the their nonchalance as they sent hundreds of thousands (or more) of human beings to a premature death, or to a life maimed.