Paint The Fence

There is a certain honor in playing hurt. People look at you with awe, respect and confusion. How can someone overcome their pain and still deliver a winning performance? I wish that were the case here. I don't know what's driving me to post while I am still in horrible pain. Maybe it's so I don't feel weak. Maybe it's so I can hold my head up and laugh at the pain that would have crippled a lesser man. Maybe it's for some imaginary reader who I envision waiting by their computer every day for one of my missives, hoping to have their day brightened for just a minute. Sure it could be any of those, or it could just be that I secretly want to be the Karate Kid.

What child of the 80's doesn't remember the cinematic classic, "The Karate Kid"? Young Daniel, dragged out to California by his under employed single mother, finds himself the target of dojo dwelling bullies and their amped up, Cagney and Lacey reject "sensei". Daniel befriends the old Asian superintendent of his building, in a time when that didn't seem creepy at all. Mr. Myagi teaches Daniel karate and in the climatic scene, an injured Daniel does the legendary "Crane" move to defeat his arch enemy, and bag the sweet Elizabeth Shue.

Too cool. I want to be able to beat my pain and kick my enemy's ass, or even just pick up the phone. I want to tie a kamikaze bandana over my head, and be happy that I could actually reach over my head. I want to crane kick someone without having to leave my hands at my side like a crane that had a stroke. Mostly I want to cut some banzai trees and quit making my pain the focus of my posts. Maybe tomorrow. Right now I must focus and try to "sand the floor". Later...Brian