From the Couch:
A Unilegged Perspective
Vol. 7: The Final Issue


This is the final newsletter of the "From the Couch." I donít feel right about publishing it because I am not stuck on the couch anymore. I can now stand normally without support. I have even taken some small steps without crutches. With the crutches I can walk at a slow pace for long periods of time. I can sit in a normal chair as long as I pump my left leg up and down to keep the blood from swelling my foot. I have been out to a fancy dinner with Nina and I went to the movies twice this weekend. I also went to Humerus rehearsal back at the Medical Center. (You may recall it was at such a rehearsal that the original injury occurred.) What with my exercises, walking around the courtyard, trips to the stores, and rehearsals the couch is frequently empty.


One small chapter of this on-going leg saga missed getting into the newsletter. It seemed too silly to write aboutÖmy Tamagotchi. A friend bought it for me as a get-well gift. For those of you who are pop-culture illiterate, a Tamagotchi is a small egg that holds a virtual pet. You have a few buttons that you press to feed your pet, play with him, scold him, give him a snack, clean his cage, etc. I got him when I was still very incapacitated. As dependent as I was on others, it was a great comfort to me that Tamagotchi was dependent on me. If I didnít feed him, he would die. I was fully capable of performing every task that was needed to take care of him.

Time has since gone by and I donít play with Tamagotchi anymore. It is too boring now. I havenít even thought about it for a long time, until last night. I watch the Scott OíGrady story. He was the American fighter pilot who was shot down in Bosnia. He spent eight days hiding in the woods until he was rescued. He would lie on his stomach and not move for the entire day. Many men walked around with rifles looking for him (because they knew he was around the plane wreckage.) Needless to say, he was scared. One day, while lying there he noticed a dead worm crawling with ants. Starving, he decided to try eating an ant. It was crunchy and bitter. He knew that it probably did not provide him with much nutrition, but it did amuse him because the ants were hard to catch. More importantly, he said, was that finally he was the hunter instead of the hunted. It helped him psychologically to deal with his fear, by getting a chance to be on the other side of the predatory relationship. Suddenly my relationship to my Tamagotchi did not seem so unusual. Best of all, I didnít have to eat an ant.


Well, the time has come to say goodbye. I have enjoyed composing these weekly notices, but it is time to move on now. I am now writing a movie and some short film scripts. This Saturday I am going to perform in a Freestyle Repertory show, marking the end of my acting hiatus. I want to thank all of you for reading this nonsense and for your lovely responses. I still have my sense of humor, so it seems appropriate to close with my lifeís quote from Inherit the Wind:

"When you lose your power laugh, you lose your power to think straight."

Hi Ho!!