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Friday I left work early with a low fever and some pain in my left knee. Overnight, that pain grew itself up tall into an epic gout attack. You ever heard of kneecapping? The IRA used to do it to reprimand those they felt deserving. That’s where they put a pistol at the back of your knee and shoot a small-caliber round out through your patella. That’s what it feels like. Along with that, the fever went up to a classy, special 102F, which always makes for a good night’s sleep. Yesterday was a complete wash. I sat on the lounge outside while it was nice, then went in and sat on the sofa and watched The Hunt For Red October. Davai!
Today was a little better, I was able to walk and move a little bit, and I made good use of the shop stool I got for Xmas. I made my own twisted pair of 18AWG for the flap motor and ran it up the tunnel to the switch on the panel. But it was slow going. Every move had to be carefully choreographed so as not to twist or push the knee the wrong way, and there was absolutely no way I was going to be clambering around in the cabin. After that was done, so was I. I still have to run the feed wires and make the jumper connections on the DPDT switch, but that’s no big deal.
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