Saturday, February 20, 2010

Hand Pictures for Mom and Dad

If you're sick of hearing about my hand, don't bother to look at this post. I just wanted to post a few pictures for my parents, since they live twelve hours away and haven't seen what my hand looks like. Being parents, they've been curious.

Yesterday I iced my hand for about two hours, and I noticed today that the bump is now slightly smaller and the colors are a little less vibrant than they were. I'll ice it more today and see if there's any further improvement. The first photo is closer to how the colors actually look; in the second, the flash paled them a bit, but the bump is a bit more visible.

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"