quickie post-surgery post

Well, the fact that I am able to write this post means that the surgery went well and that for some reason, I'm still alive. So, "hurray" for me. I got out of the hospital last week. It took me a while to post something because I usually write my blog posts on an Internet Cafe a couple of blocks away from home and since it's hard for me to move around (I have a knee brace that is locked in such a way that I couldn't bend my knees AND I have to use crutches), it's not something that I can do as often as before. For sure, I'll post some video snippets of the surgery and a couple of photos, probably in a couple of weeks - I'm still preoccupied with a lot of things like catching up with my work and of course, therapy.

On another note, still related to my being unable-walk-like-a-normal-human-being, every taxi ride to and from work is exhausting. Why? Well, taxi drivers are nosy pricks who like to talk and pry on other people's shit, right? So in my case, they ask me about my leg. And since I don't want to be the-asshole-disabled-passenger, I have to tell them the whole story and pretend that I'm enjoying the whole experience. I've been coming to work for the past five days know, so that means I've recounted my story for around ten times already. And quite frankly, I'm sick of it.

So I've been thinking. For the first taxi driver who wouldn't ask me about my leg, I will give him a tip - 50 percent of what my fare costs. That is a promise. I'll let you guys know if that ever happens.