Off to various doctors' offices this afternoon to get poked and prodded and physical therapy'ed to within an inch of my body parts. Hope the PT has a chance to look at my left hand, which started hurting like the dickens last night after an impromptu and quite painful surprise massage (note to my friends, never massage me without warning unless I'm immobile, preferably sitting) and an hour of seat belt restraint on my left shoulder. Like I need more physical tsuris. All I want to do is be able to walk around my neighborhood again, particularly since it has a walk score of 71 out of 100. What's your neighborhood's walk score? Via Lance Mannion.
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