Confined to a wheelchair, I spent all of September seated. Hence the lack of September photos. Hence the lack of anything really. I guess I could start a Babylon 5 blog, as a thoughtful friend of mine lent me his entire collection of the iconic series. Naw, you don't want to hear about that!
In October, the wheelchair was returned and the crutches borrowed. Crutches meant I would work, for the most part.
A note on handicapped life in Tokyo. If you live on the Oedo Subway line, I'm sorry, but no one is going to offer their seat to you. Even in the designated "Priority Seats" section, old people, pregnant ladies, and I all stood while overworked salarymen stared at their smartphones, acting like they didn't see us. It is disgusting, and would be a huge insult to the general population . . . but it is only the Oedo line! Seriously, I ride the train a lot more than the average person, so I think I gathered enough data to sufficiently say:
Fuck you salarymen on the Oedo line!
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Getting out of the apartment is swell.
Family Mart, the ubiquitous chain of convenience stores, has a line of 俺のスウィーツ - Sweets for Cool Dudes. I recommend the pudding or the cookie chou-cream.
Happy Halloween. I stayed at home to rest my leg. And watch Babylon 5.
On October 28th, I cast aside the crutches to walk unassisted. I've been given the go-ahead by the doctor to do whatever, while the physical rehab people say to take it easy. The days start with vigor and enthusiasm, and end with a puffy, swollen ankle. But each day is more of the former and less of the later.
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