Or, Who Gives a Fig?
I told Dymphna that her loyal readers deserve an update on her condition, so she has given me her permission to issue a progress report.
Her knee is much better; she is off the crutches now and hobbling around. The doctor wants to get an X-ray of her back to check for a possible compression fracture of a vertebra, but so far she is resisting. Right now she is suffering from the debilitating side effects of hydrocodone, and is resting. Earlier she managed to rouse herself long enough to comment on Belmont Club.
At the right you can see the ladder and the fig tree that are responsible for her distress. One of the malicious ripe figs is circled in red.
Dymphna is unwilling to leave those figs to their own devices, and insists that I must mount an expedition to resume where she left off. Given the baleful reputation of the site, I am loath to do so. But I am nothing if not an obedient husband, and am looking around for a good sherpa and some bottled oxygen…