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And so it begins. Let's see if they have any need for me. It'd be pretty effen sweet to get an upgrade. 6 years of this prosthetics shit is tedious.... there has to be a better way than just falling apart creatively.Going on with life is one thing. Pretending there aren't people out there trying to help people like me with prosthetics solutions is ignoring something that could be a gift. Just maybe I could be able to juggle again. Or actually be able to play a game worth a damn because I'm no longer playing with a giant fucked up thumb on the right side, and a hand with muscles that are getting burnt out on the other. Maybe. Just maybe I'll be able to hold my girl's hand again, and feel it. Not just cold carbon fiber and steel but synthetic sensors built under the surface that could send that directly back to my brain as the sensation of actual touch. Maybe I'll be able to do dishes without chasing them all over the sink, or having to put on my murder hook to do simple household chores, this further damaging my left collarbone. A lot of folks are going to see this as adopting the mark of the beast. I don't care what they judge me as. I know who I serve. Jesus himself is eagerly waiting for me to finish this second half of my life so I can come home. He sees my circumstances. He knows my heart. He feels the weight of the mistakes I make because I have to lean on him heavily just to make it through the day. So. Cast your stones. Or don't, and save your wrath for the deserving. Your choices are yours.