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...long stumps like mine, forearm muscles located 3 in. below the elbow drove the process. Flexing the one on the outside of my forearm signaled a hand to open. Tensing the inner muscle would close it. My first lesson with an occupational therapist, Captain Kathleen Yancosek, focused on how to isolate those muscles. Using a tool called "Myo-boy," Captain Katie strapped electrodes onto each of my forearm muscles and plugged the other end of a cord into a laptop computer. The object was to generate a spike on the monitor by flexing the right muscle. I jerked, twitched...
Five days after I arrived Ward 57, surgeons removed another 3.3 in. of my forearm. They needed an inch of bone to free up enough loose skin to cover my wound; I had agreed to lose another 2 in. to make room for an electronic component in my future prosthesis so that my artificial hand would have the capacity to rotate rather than just open and close...
...Lauer is pressing the President on the legality of the CIA's secret detention program for accused terrorists. Lauer holds his ground on the big rug as the Commander in Chief edges forward, encroaching on his space to the point that Lauer finally puts a hand on Bush's forearm to prevent a collision. When the cameras are turned off, according to a witness, Lauer tells the President, "Whoa! I thought you were coming after me there." Aides to both men laugh. The President lightens too, but adds, "I feel really strongly about this subject...
...make a man too easy to identify. Among the tattoos on his arms, chest, neck and leg are a series of musical notes, the kanji character for endure and a heart for an ex-girlfriend. The one tattoo he's reluctant to exhibit, on the inside of his right forearm, is of a skewer running through a bunch of severed fingers and eyeballs. "That's the one I really don't like," Marisol says sternly but with a smile...
...could to help out. In total we spent a few months between Ground Zero and the Staten Island landfill, and it's the landfill that stands out in my mind the most. We would take a rake and sift through rubble. I remember finding a woman's hand and forearm, and a partial rib cage. I found lots of hair and scalp. Can anyone imagine they would ever have to rake a bunch of rubble in search for human remains? I wish I never had to do that. That's the one memory I can do without...