Four months is a while.

The last time I wrote here, I was sitting in the hospital bed under the influence of copious amounts of endone typing with one hand after breaking my other wrist and having surgery. The man next to me had the TV on full blast, but wore headphones because that felt more comfortable for him. He demanded they give him painkillers in capsule form, before storming out for a few hours when the doctors tried to force the normal medication to him. I didn't sleep well that night.

A lot has happened since then.

The leaves along Rathdowne and Drummond Street in Carlton North have re-appeared. I have watched in jealousy as other locals ride their bikes blissfully down the streets, vicariously wishing I was riding their bike. Same goes with any murmur of a bouncing basketball.

Alas I learned to accept my fate. I fucked up my body, and I needed to rest; regardless of whether I enjoyed laying around at home dozing in and out of sleep, regardless of whether I wanted to carry things or cook pasta in a pot, there was a 250g limit on my left side of the body for three months.

So much has happened, and all of it has been too important

A trip to Far East Gippsland

September 14th, 2021

December 30th, 2020

Between lockdowns

Six months on

September 14^th, 2021

December 30^th, 2020