Happy 4th

The day when millions of Americans satisfy the most basic of primal urges: to blow things up. And thousands of health care professionals work overtime in the nation's emergency rooms. What better way to say, "Happy birthday U.S.A." then to blow off your finger and light your neighbor's garage on fire? It's all in the spirit of good, clean, wholesome Nationalism.

Now I like fireworks as much as the next guy, but it seems that the professional pyrotechnic displays at local parks are far more impressive and entertaining then any five dollar fountain I can buy at the local fireworks stand. But I guess that's just me since I know so many people that are fascinated with things that go "BOOM!"

Kind of makes me wonder what our ancestors did to celebrate before the advent of gunpowder. I suppose everyone walked around slamming rocks together hoping for a spark to go with the sound or they clubbed themselves over the head until they saw stars.

I have been able to put more pressure on my leg lately. I usually say something like, "What's the matter with you? Why can't you be more like the left leg?" I've also been putting more weight on my leg. Actually, I can stand just fine with no pain. It's the walking part I have a little trouble with. I took a few steps yesterday without crutches, then I needed a 30 minute break. My knee got tired very quickly. I feel like I should be in a home eating soft food, playing Bingo and complaining about how my children never visit me anymore.

I finally return to work tomorrow. I hope I can make it through an entire day. I have this fear that the elevators will break down and I'll end up climbing 5 flights of stairs. By the time I got to work, it would be time for me to go home.

I'm looking forward to getting out of the house though. Wish me luck.