Most people will find this picture revolting. I however, seeing metal sticking out of my arm, thought to myself, human modification is real and I’m finally turning into a robot!! When I woke up from that reverie, it was to a reality involving a surly doctor, vice grips, and a disturbing sensation that can only be described as “when metal is extracted from bone.” Anyhoo, the long road to full-recovery has begun, and through the use of complicated excercises should regain full range of motion in my left hand. That, of course, means that I can get back in the kitchen and start synthesizing yumminess ambidextrously once again for my beloved readers. It also means I can finally stop bitching about having a broken arm.
