The Lint Screen, Satire/Humor/Etc.
"Where fake news gets real."
It’s neither fish nor foul nor cattle nor fruit. Whatever it is, it’s something or other.
I came home, was on my walker for one week and showed enough progress with forward motion that my physical therapist graduated me to the cane. I did not trick out the cane tip with a tennis ball since that would be dangerous. Yes, it’d look cool, but…
]As you might imagine, any surgery that leaves behind a foot-long scar, 33-surgical staples and extensive bruising hurts as much as listening to the lesser works of Captain & Tennille.
After total hip replacement surgery, my favorite room in the house is the one where it rains.
I need help hoisting my surgical leg out of bed. I need a walker for support. I need bat-vision to move through the dark on my way to Porcelain Swirly Town. I may even need another painkiller (is it time yet?)
Then Bonnie does a dirty trick. She adds more exercises to my regimen. Curses! She is a physical therapist/dominatrix!
With a clever design and advanced engineering that borders on magic, the incredible Sock Putter-Onner (my name) is perhaps the greatest invention of all time (makes sliced bread look like crap– try getting a sock on with a slice of bread, it can’t be done!).