I had electro-muscular stimulation (electrodes attached to muscles, a charge sent through to make the muscles contract) in physical therapy yesterday. And I liked it. I liked it at the level I'd chosen for myself (strong), I liked it even more when the therapist cranked it up to, as he put it, the level just below begging to turn it off. Every seven seconds- bzzzzzzz - & Oh! There are exercises you do to the rhythm of the pulses (leg raises & the like). Imagine them on both legs. Dance, old man, dance (domo arigato Mr Roboto). Zzzzt. 2,3,4 zzzzt. Finally. I've got rhythm.

And I bicycled for 15 minutes. The first time in years I could do that (relatively) pain free. I'm sore & I'm happy.

I saw "Crank 2" a few weeks ago. I recommend it for wide open throttle dumb as rocks entertainment. The theme of the movie is the hero has had his heart removed & replaced by a cheap artificial heart that he has to keep juiced in order to stay alive. I retroactively enjoy & get that movie now on a very personal level.

Yes! More therapy tomorrow. More juice!

Zzzzt! Oh!

Note to self:
"You have a natural talent for disaster. Try to improve yourself into an ordinary failure by keeping your mouth shut." Capt. "Gentleman" Brown (James Mason) "Lord Jim"