healing bones and an icky scar

It's very strange to be back home in Toronto. All kinds of little social things that I'd forgotten about have come as surprises and I've found myself feeling like I have to assimilate back into my native culture. Mostly I just can't believe that reality TV is still a thing.

Of course, my adjustment in returning home was complicated by the fact that I came back with a broken shoulder, and a pretty busted up left-side in general. I had my arm in a sling for six weeks, and really struggled with flipping from the invigorating self-reliance of traveling alone to the total codependency I found myself obliged to.

I'm happy to say that I'm now well on the path of healing. I'm free of the sling, off all medications, and gaining strength and mobility by the day. All kinds of menial actions become huge achievements - putting on a t-shirt for the first time, being able to lie on my side, or passively watching my trap muscles grow back have all felt really, really good.

 
 I passed time by turning my wound / scar into creepy, knowing smiles. This one is based on my middle school music teacher.

I passed time by turning my wound / scar into creepy, knowing smiles. This one is based on my middle school music teacher.

 

In website-y news, I've just posted a short new ad that I put together for my friends at Budget Tibet Tours. Click over to Video to give a look.

I've got an entire laptop full of media from my travels, so there's lots more to come soon (enough)