I Am No Jack Bauer

After weeks of going back and forth with my insurance company, I was finally able to get an appointment at a Physical Therapy Center for the nerve damage in my left hand. After my hour long appointment and treatment, two things were clear. First, my body has taken a big hit from both the PSC and the surgery. My overall strength is significantly below where it normally is, especially in my hands. It will come back with time, but it will be a while.

The second thing I learned was that I could never be an international spy or CIA agent. I'll admit it. I am a sucker for the James Bond movies and I never miss an episode of "24". After treatment today though, I realize that I could never be like them. In the Bond movies and "24", there is almost always a scene in which one of the lead characters are captured by the enemy and tortured for information. These scenes are often intense moments, in which the hero endures immense pain and never breaks.

Today, after spending 30 minutes hooked up to an electro-shock therapy machine, I can say without question, that I would fold like a lawn chair if I was ever captured by terrorists and tortured. The doctor turned the machine on to the point of "discomfort, but not pain." Let me tell you, that is a very fine line. As I watched the time slowly tick down, I tried to take my mind off the "discomfort" shooting through my entire left arm. When it was all said and done, I was left with one remaining thought. If you ever have a secret that you never want anybody to ever know about, you might want think twice about telling me. Because if one day I am captured by terrorists, and they ask me about what happened that one night at Channelside, I'll tell them before they even have a chance to shock me.