Just got back from Montana and helping- well... more like ‘visiting’ with my Grandmother after her knee surgery. I saw the post recovery X-Ray several days before we left and it blew me away just how little bone they carved up and took away. I imagined they’d be taking all the 'bulbous' joint parts –I guess you could call them– of the bones down to the shaft –if that makes any sense– and like, pounding a whole new, machined bulbous part into the hollow, marrow portion of the bone and setting it in place from the side with a couple rust resistant, set screws or anchor pins. Several days after the surgery my uncle told my grandmother over the phone, put in the same position he wouldn't get a surgery like that, regardless his having personal knowledge of extreme arthritis pain. Apparently a co worker of his told him glue and rubber bands are used to hold the whole apparatus knee in place and due to the glue or bands on his breaking, he had to get another surgery.
Can you imagine that? Glue and Rubber bands for a replacement knee apparatus.
I don’t know if you have ever taken a woodshop class, but the only good bond I've ever seen with glue is one where the piece in question is thoroughly clamped and left to air dry overnight. (Clamps aren’t exactly small either, if you didn’t know.)
So, I can't exactly imagine how glue on bone finds a place in the world of 'practicality.' Then again... this is the medical institution I'm writing about. It just seems to me, leaving a leg splayed apart for a proper 'glue-to-bone' cure adhesion ratio might be... a bit risky. You know, what with the risk of coffee spilling at any given moment, as popular as it is today. And what if someone were to get a haircut nearby? I'm sure you know how that gets everywhere; regardless your having taken a woodshop class.
Then again, maybe that’s the logic behind the rubber bands; picking up the slack that comes with an improper air cure due to having to close up the incision. Even Hoover Dam concrete is still drying on the inside after all, making it stronger every passing year.
As for me, I’m skeptical of the whole process-premise. Good results with glue are few and far between, regardless
the various formulas toted as being of some ‘quick set’ formula. That’s the stuff of Arthur C. Clark science fiction. And I don’t know about you, but I’m still waiting to see the birth of the nano tubes needed to make the space elevator possible.
Then again I suppose there is Quick’crete and Dental bonding. But they are about the only miracle setting liquids I know of, and an exception to the rule, requiring noxious elements that super heat and that special light gun to work, respectively. Super glue is a joke on anything but skin, as I'm sure you know, and Gorilla glue is garbage, expanding as it dries and ruining what you were trying to adhese (sic) in the first place.
In any event, imagine my overwhelming lack of... imagination, when looking at the X-Ray and it was almost as if they just shaved down and reshaped the bones a little, maybe like- etched them out with the surgical equivalent of a Dremel tool and capped them off with some sort of polished amalgam. No Rubber-Souled-bands to hear of.
Cool as the display knees looked though, I’m still a bit skeptical of the whole endeavor. That metal on metal action has to generate a certain amount of heat and friction shavings, right? My grandmother is no small block 350 anymore -albeit she is still naturally aspirated- but, shouldn't those surfaces need some kind of long lasting, non-petroleum based grease for lubrication?
Nobody wants a pesky zerk fitting installed on their leg to keep their knee in good standing... as it were.
In regards to the subject of the prison letters, I don’t really know what to tell at this point. I just got back, found your letter, a ‘so-called’ post card from her and well... there’s just a fair amount going on regarding all this letter business. And for some reason it seemingly feels related to where I want to go and what I want to do at this current point in my life, in general. Which is to say, I have no idea. Search as I might I can't find permanent or long term resolutions to such qualms.
There just seems to be a lot to think about pushing forward. Besides the words on the page, I'm having a hard time getting a read on the scope of a lot of things thanks to their scale. It actually feels directly relatable -in realistic terms- to standing ground level with the Spiral Jetty; you know what it is, but can't tell exactly once you are standing amidst and walking level with its rocks.
I also realize I've been spelling out a lot of these concerns to you, because sometimes- well, prison letters specifically, it’s as if she’s just giving me back what’s synthetically grown into a hard time, like this thing you do for fun, but then, it can also seem a lot like she is on the offensive. Like its from somewhere corrosive.
Ultimately, depending on which instance or case it might happen to be, of which I can’t tell, I’d like to carry
forward with a precocious nature, while still maintaining my dignity. Hence the different gambits I dreamt up and laid out for you, I suppose. Perhaps it makes more sense to you now?
Although I still like the idea of a myriad of Brian Dykemans and their various writing styles correlating my ideas and being sent to her from their addresses in my hand writing so she can't adapt to or steal the style. But sent with love and not malice… the platonic kind, to be clear... of 'love' specifically, not 'malice.' Or whatever a level down from platonic would be. I'm not exactly serving her the full Plate, so to speak, more like a half portion. So, Sub-Platonic Love, maybe- I guess. Or Aristotelian, brotherly Love? What with Platonic being kind of intimate, in its way.
(Socratic ‘Greek Love’ has Homo -Man/Boy- erogenous undertones, so that certainly isn’t it.
Know what I mean, Vern?
Just got back from Montana and helping- well... more like ‘visiting’ with my Grandmother after her knee surgery. I saw the post recovery X-Ray several days before we left and it blew me away just how little bone they carved up and took away. I imagined they’d be taking all the 'bulbous' joint parts –I guess you could call them– of the bones down to the shaft –if that makes any sense– and like, pounding a whole new, machined bulbous part into the hollow, marrow portion of t...
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