A Dramedy in Three Acts

Welcome to The Spaghetti Wrist Show!

I'm not going to try to explain in one post the complexities of this show. I'm writing this for myself. I don't want to have to think of the audience every time I compose a sentence. It's hard enough getting correct capitalization and spelling while typing with one hand. I'll try to write this as a comedy, but I don't want to have to be funny all the time. Sometimes not being funny is funnier than being funny. I learned that in a correspondence course at the learning annex. Ok, that was a lie, not even a funny lie.

How do I turn something so tragic into something people can laugh at? Will the photos gross everyone out... not in a good way? Crap, there I go again, thinking about the audience. Let's just say that I pledge to be funny at least 45% of the time, and you know what? There are plenty of gross pictures on the internet.

I'll try to get the dates right, but I'll take poetic license on occasion, since this isn't a trial, dammit, it's a blog about my life since the accident. And if my whining and complaining bothers you too much, there are plenty of other blogs in the sea.

Ok, pop some popcorn, and please silence your cell phone. Enjoy the show!