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Cabbed over to the postal outlet near Spadina and finally got Incandescens' book into the mail, so you should have it soonish, G. Then wondered how far I could walk towards home and discovered that the sidewalks east of Bathurst have all been repaved which makes for smooth sailing and so I sailed over to Bathurst. Of course, once in my own bumpy neighbourhood my knee started to complain, either because of sidewalk irregularities or because five blocks really is the limit. But I stopped by the dollar store for new socks and the library for a hold and by then knee was *really* unhappy even though I sat for a bit and stretched what I could. Three blocks from home and I was obsessively remembering a Latvian woman I worked with who was pregnant during the Nazi occupation of Riga and went into labour as she was making her way home on foot because no transit. She'd stop at a doorway every time she had a contraction and then trudge on, and I consoled myself that at least I wasn't doing that.

However, that's still farther than I've walked at any one time since the fall of 2019, so go me.

Then, because I was out, of course the surgeon's office called. Luckily they were still in when I called back, so I have a consultation on the 24th. They emailed me the intake forms that had the usual high anxiety bunch of questions rating my levels of pain and disability. High anxiety because I naver know whether to overstate or not. I mean, I put my levels at moderate because I can walk about the house unaided, and though my knee always hurts, it doesn't hurt agonizingly oh god I can't move. However, what's done is done. We shall see what transpires in two weeks and change,

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Cabbed over to the postal outlet near Spadina and finally got Incandescens' book into the mail, so you should have it soonish, G. Then wondered how far I could walk towards home and discovered that the sidewalks east of Bathurst have all been repaved which makes for smooth sailing and so I sailed over to Bathurst. Of course, once in my own bumpy neighbourhood my knee started to complain, either because of sidewalk irregularities or because five blocks really is the limit. But I stopped by the dollar store for new socks and the library for a hold and by then knee was *really* unhappy even though I sat for a bit and stretched what I could. Three blocks from home and I was obsessively remembering a Latvian woman I worked with who was pregnant during the Nazi occupation of Riga and went into labour as she was making her way home on foot because no transit. She'd stop at a doorway every time she had a contraction and then trudge on, and I consoled myself that at least I wasn't doing that.

However, that's still farther than I've walked at any one time since the fall of 2019, so go me.

Then, because I was out, of course the surgeon's office called. Luckily they were still in when I called back, so I have a consultation on the 24th. They emailed me the intake forms that had the usual high anxiety bunch of questions rating my levels of pain and disability. High anxiety because I naver know whether to overstate or not. I mean, I put my levels at moderate because I can walk about the house unaided, and though my knee always hurts, it doesn't hurt agonizingly oh god I can't move. However, what's done is done. We shall see what transpires in two weeks and change,