The Bone-Wars Of 20 and 20 and 6

in which there seems a non-zero chance that I become the first person to have a grand mal seizure while playing Mewgenics1 Okay I’ve tried for two weeks to write a whole post about this, but I get kind of overwhelmed and upset and lost in the details so here: two Fridays yon, I did the Big Ol’ Shimmy-Shake, fractured my T6, T8, and T9 vertebrae, and was hospitalized (in the same people-fixery from before) with an epilepsy diagnosis. Of note during my stay were the following: Surprisingly decent turkey piccata An elderly, stroke-struck roommate named Bill, who: Refused, seemingly on principle, to count his fingers Just would not stop pulling his O2 monitor off all night long, it was his firm and fierce belief that his blood-oxygen level was HIS goddamn business and his ALONE Was, at one point, 100% certain “there are dogs in here” When asked if he wears glasses replies “Eh, you know”, which I have to respect for reasons unclear even to me Mrs. Columbo and I watch Scandal—a delicious,…