|Sometimes he feels like its numb
And sometimes he feels like its not numb, usually on vast quantities of meds. When Joe cant feel anything in his leg, its like having an appendage. A fallen elm that woodpeckers have nearly sheared in half with persistent drilling. Other times, its like waking up paralyzed from sleeping in a pretzeled position. A bit like walking on a tightrope between the Twin Towers before 9/11. Will it work? Can I get from here to there? Joe wonders why the left and not the right?
This morning it feels more like the leg is backwards, like an inverted stub. People call it fancy terms that sounds like names of federal prisons. Joe has never had such attention focused on one said leg. On his ass, well, thats another story.
The doctor says can you feel this while he pokes pins into Joes foot, his thigh, the back of his knees. Joe nearly passes out, not from pain, but from the lack of pain. He can barely stand it. Long ago a lover told Joe the back of his knees was his favorite part of Joes body. Joe wishes he could feel that now, thinks prick me, harder.