Music:john allison- "krakkagar is my secret scary friend"
five to six (5-6) weeks of physical therapy (ultrasound?) three (3) times a week. fucking whatever. i've decided i like dr. volshteyn & that he's a sort of confidence inspiring madman. i told him "thanks for putting my head back together bionicly." the new doctor is a slump-faced monster who speaks no kind of language i understand. fucking hell. but at least i'm going to have a good reason to go for walks. to the M (or W, but fuck the W) train!