Well, it’s probably not hard to guess that I didn’t check out the whirling lights of Club Eden or gallivant about with Tom and the Australian showgirls.  I’m still in recovery, and I’m playing it cautious.  One tumble down and my ligament rips free of its fledgling holds within my knee, and I will know pain unimaginable.  No fucking thank you.

However, I have started a new physical therapy regimen…This kind of therapy was mistakenly translated as “radioactive therapy,” which was an unfortunate mistake.  I had a brief fantasy that it was causing my knee to hyper-regenerate, but instead it’s just pulsing sound waves to encourage circulation…and hopefully hyper-regeneration.

Please, oh gods of orthopedic healing, please heal my knee!  Also, it would be great if you could speedily remove the all the hideous bruises before I’m forced to wear shorts.  Go ahead, keep reading, you know you want to see a picture…

My knee needs to heal, because Seoul is starting come alive beneath our feet.  As spring rouses itself, all the mountains welcome hikers to their trails.  Nightclubs and parties are proving more common.  The weather almost demands that I go outside and play some sports. 

Instead, I missed the last train connection on Saturday night, huffing and puffing my way through the transfer tunnel as all the old Korean men scurried past me.  I’ve also slipped on a manhole and would have fallen, cursing in pain, had I not steadied myself with my injured leg, cursing in pain.  When the sun comes out, at least I can stand outside like a potted plant, steadied by my crutches, which I still use when traveling long distances.  I just wish my knee could photosynthesize its way to recovery.