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This evening, I ran with the Alpha Male. Or rather, he hobbled-ran and I gave him a head start ;-). His leg is definitely much better since the second operation but we think the surgeon cut an inch or two off his thigh muscle because he still can't bend his leg all the way because the muscle's shrunk (imagine your thigh pulled to its limit as you try to go further than 80 degrees). The insurance has just cut off the therapy sessions so CV (Crash Victim) will have to pick up the slack by hitting the machines more.
Also, the hospital had helped him to rent a special leg-bending device--it acts like a medieval rack. He has to put his leg in it and using screws at the side and a nut and bolt crank system, slowly crank his leg to 90-degrees, and then he has to sit like that for 30 minutes. He said the first 20 minutes are okay, but the last 10 minutes are sheer torture as it slowly stretches that shortened muscle. He screams like a tortured soul the last few minutes. The mutant dogs all howl along.
All this and taxes. And trying to make the writing work in between the math and screaming. HeeeeLLLP!
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