Ok, I totally like this title.
I planned to write about how Kelly has got my shoulder back into working condition. It's not as perfect as I want it to be, but I can easily put a sword on my head so really, what can I complain about?
However, despite the catchy wording, the title is basically pretty creepy as though I were saying goodbye to my arms which I don't think even the original work was talking about. Or that I was giving up my cache of weaponry which is nonsense. But because I can't seem to shake the phrase, I will leave it there and just move onto the blog.
So for the last of the weekly visits, Kelly celebrated by holding my left arm behind my back, grinding down on my ribcage and also destroying my first rib in an amazingly painful manner that once again threatened to detonate my left eye. It is possible I will now need glasses. In fact, I found I was actually unable to inflate my lungs and could only take little squeaky otter breaths.
Of course Kelly continued our conversation as though flattening someone to the depth of a graham cracker on a table were a common occurrence. He did pause to ask why I wasn't responding, but I was reeling in a semi-conscious world: you know, that mental state you fall into when you are channeling the pain of your arm being coiled like a slinky behind your back while at the same time someone is smothering you.
Anyway, there I was, live in the moment, when I realized at last my shoulder could move and I would have to let go of my Obi Wan training wheels.
I miss the Tuesday 5:30am drive, the smell of coffee in the freakin' cold San Francisco morning air, but most of all, getting a weekly installment of the adventures of the Kwisatz Haderach.
I planned to write about how Kelly has got my shoulder back into working condition. It's not as perfect as I want it to be, but I can easily put a sword on my head so really, what can I complain about?
However, despite the catchy wording, the title is basically pretty creepy as though I were saying goodbye to my arms which I don't think even the original work was talking about. Or that I was giving up my cache of weaponry which is nonsense. But because I can't seem to shake the phrase, I will leave it there and just move onto the blog.
So for the last of the weekly visits, Kelly celebrated by holding my left arm behind my back, grinding down on my ribcage and also destroying my first rib in an amazingly painful manner that once again threatened to detonate my left eye. It is possible I will now need glasses. In fact, I found I was actually unable to inflate my lungs and could only take little squeaky otter breaths.
Of course Kelly continued our conversation as though flattening someone to the depth of a graham cracker on a table were a common occurrence. He did pause to ask why I wasn't responding, but I was reeling in a semi-conscious world: you know, that mental state you fall into when you are channeling the pain of your arm being coiled like a slinky behind your back while at the same time someone is smothering you.
I miss the Tuesday 5:30am drive, the smell of coffee in the freakin' cold San Francisco morning air, but most of all, getting a weekly installment of the adventures of the Kwisatz Haderach.
So you're finished with the sessions? Are you still going to hang like a monkey everywhere you go? Ha! Ha! I just thought of a joke! What do you get when you cross a monkey with an otter? Never mind, I should get back to working on my web site. Your blog is so much more fun than my work.
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