Category Archives: Aspect III

January 2015 – June 2015

emotional

Posted on March 17, 2015 by C. M. Condo

“Bachelor of Arts or Sciences?” “Sciences.” “How tall are you?” “5’3”.” The man frowned at me. “You look taller than that.” “Really?” My posture has improved, but it seems unlikely I’ve gotten a whole inch out of it. (Or do … Continue reading →

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come to rest

Posted on February 23, 2015 by C. M. Condo

Even before this happened, I was a reluctant inhabitant of my physical body. I railed against its inevitable (if as yet largely imperceptible) decline, the stealthy, inexorable loss of elasticity, pigment, resilience, strength. It felt like punishment, to house a … Continue reading →

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not done

Posted on February 16, 2015 by C. M. Condo

It hasn’t been a good week. The tidal surge of adrenaline borne out of the pure joy at being released from constant, immobilizing pain has receded. I have come back down to earth to find my shoulder still heavily damaged and disturbingly weak. … Continue reading →

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learning, fast and slow

Posted on February 9, 2015 by C. M. Condo

Well, that didn’t take long. Even though the surgery was less than a month ago, I was back in full-on, Type-A Ape mode in the lab last week, happily doing whatever was asked of me, including a generous complement of … Continue reading →

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short-cut

Posted on February 2, 2015 by C. M. Condo

“Furious. In-frigging-sane. I want to punish somebody; I want to make somebody feel as bad as felt, hurt as much as I hurt.” “Well, of course you feel that way,” my mentor replied. “You want to take it out on … Continue reading →

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collateral damage

Posted on January 24, 2015 by C. M. Condo

I haven’t wanted to write this post. I haven’t even wanted to start this post. My head is a mess. It was so thick with pain, with foreboding, with the fear that I would sink ever deeper into the morass … Continue reading →

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and so

Posted on January 19, 2015 by C. M. Condo

My eyes opened. “Hi honey, welcome back,” the anesthetist’s nurse was standing to my left. I looked at the clock; it was 11:45 AM. The last thing I remember was being wheeled towards the surgery suite at 9:35. I recall … Continue reading →

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