Toes.
Yes, I have toes. Clench- yes, all ten seem to be there. Ankles still move without too much pain, flex calves, knees, thighs..
Kegel- yeah, all the junk is in place and seems to be responding, move hips, arch back, ribcage a bit sore but that’s common, shoulders, yes, left arm, yes, make a fist, ok, doesn’t feel like I hit anything too hard with that last night, right arm, elbow a bit sore, make fis..ow. Well, I won’t do THAT again soon, whatever it was. Neck? stiff but working, open eyes.
Time was, saturday mornings I often started my day (and sometimes sundays too) taking inventory, because I’d often wake up after having been in some sort of a rhubarb the night before. I learned not to open my eyes first because that often led to other kinds of badness, it was good to take physical inventory first in case I would be called upon to do something physical in a great big hurry, like flee from a small group of naked achondroplastic dwarves. (It happened.)(Don’t ask)
There were those times when I discovered something broken or sprained, there were times when i woke up firmly attached to something, there were those times when I wished I’d spent a bit more time talking to Wamba on the big white phone the night before, as to not have so much alcohol in my system all night long.
I’m glad I no longer have to wake up wondering if I had done something really bad the night before, I don’t miss the unpleseant surprises. I do miss the occasional adventure, though.

>> I do miss the occasional adventure, though.
Boredom is way underrated.
Funny you should mention this. Aches, creaks, groans, and scars tell me that yes, I really DID do that, experience the other, and survive the lot of all those events.
The adventures of our youth are formative of our maturity. I guess the trick is to try to emulate the Dos Equis guy without dying of it.
Congratulations on making it this far! One last great adventure awaits us all, Og. But, I can wait. I need to rest up, first.
Sadly, been there done that.
The stopper for me from doing those types of antics was when I woke up in the hospital with my arms restrained and some poor sap trying to shove a catheter up my “prong”. Out of reflex I let him have it with my foot and knocked out his front teeth.
I regret doing that to this day…
I found out long years ago that an “Adventure” is usually the horrifically expensive result of either maximum stupidiy or piss poor planning. I do not want or need any more adventures.
As Bruce wisely said, “Boredom is way underated.”
Gerry N.