Limbs

 Out on a limb. Limb from limb. Life and limb. Limbs are important or the word would not show up in either-or metaphors over the ages.

 Jim started out with four, beautifully working limbs and appendages. Trained and worked over the years since high school to embellish what DNA and God gave him. Never taking them for granted, but not really knowing was like not to have beautiful... Working... Limbs.

Challenges. Reasonable ones where he understands the rules, he gets. So the rules here may throw him a little bit... may make him question, but nonetheless his limbs... All four...are moving. The left leg. The left foot. Moving. Adjusting, wiggling, pressing. Tendon nerves and muscles in his calf and shin are firing and twitching. Not for a few seconds, but minute after minute throughout the afternoon.

He read words on the t v.

He told me the time.

He put together sentences. Sometimes, quite often, the words were not the words you expected, but he formed sentences anyway. He responded to questions, and had some quips he threw in for good measure, along with raised eyebrows.

The night before, he was naughty. He got a hold of the g tube and gave it a good yank that sent him on a midnight ride to another hospital, so it could be reinserted. Not terrible. Just a more expressive way to say he's coming back, And he would rather do it without those annoying tubes.

 Feisty. I like it.