Wednesday...

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After picking up my comics at the Silver Snail, I met maaseru for lunch at Manchu Wok. I did something delightfully but almost embarrassingly fannish: I bought duplicate copies of Dark Wolverine #90 and Daken: Dark Wolverine #1, the most recent two issues with Daken in them, because I liked them so much, and I thought it's be good to have an extra reading copy of each, or that I could frame favourite pages and put them on my wall, or... something. Read them both over again. Loved the writing and art as much as before. I've been enthusiastic over various comics in the last few years (for Matt Fraction's wonderful work on Iron Man, for example) but haven't loved a comic so delightfully fannishly for a long time.

Then I was off to physio with no time to spare - Paratranspo was fifteen minutes early. My physiotherapist, Leslie, said that my progress on my arm straightening is slowing now as the scar tissue is hardening, and she's got me started on arm strengthening now. And raising my arm, which is difficult and painful and must be done. And I was using the machines, which is fun, but I can't take the machines home with me. Leslie also said not to use the glove or the foam for th lymphedema in my hand any more; they've served their purpose, and now I should just use the hand as much as possible. I think the lymphedema must be almost gone, except at the base of my fingers. Even my little finger is getting some sensation and motion back.

Leslie also said I will never, ever be able to hold more than five pounds with my left arm. The surgeon, before the surgery, said ten pounds would be my limit. I'll have to clarify with him... In any case, it doesn't sound like much. I am trying not to be depressed by this. I will cope. But no more Downward Facing Dog. Ever.

When I got home again, I did something I haven't done in years, maybe decades: I wrote a letter to Marvel Comics. I used to do it all the time. My first printed letter was in Fantastic Four #31, I think - thereabouts. maaseru urged me to write to them again, like I used to, to express my enthusiasm for Daken. So I did. Had to get her to print it on her printer, though, because my printer is still in her car and neither of us can lift it out. It's well over my ten-pound limit (not to mention my possible 5-pound limit) and I can't lift it with one hand even to put it on a cart.

I'm sending positive, healing thoughts to bunsen_h, who has just had surgery.

In the evening, maaboroshi came to my place and we watched the second episode of Lost Girl. It wasn't quite as good as the first episode, but it was still loads of fun; and Bo finally got into bed with Dyson, which was nice to see - I thought they'd be stretching out the UST a little longer. I hope she ends up[ in Lauren's bed soon! And I more than ever like Ksenia Solo as Kenzi. In the same way I always loved Jubilee.

Then maaboroshi went off to do laundry and maaseru came by to watch Castle, and I thought maybe this episode (the first of third season) was the best yet. Heavy on the Castle/Beckett relationship, great characterization and style.