I see there is quite a bit out there about spinal cord grafting, neat stuff!
That if anything will help her get *back* on her feet.
And the story about Sgt Kelly was very disarming.
I’m sure she won’t want to sit this one out!
*six months later* ‘Why do I keep wanting to wag my tail?’
I was sure this operation was a possibility — in the real world we are probably a generation or two at most
from the same thing being possible using stem cells regressed from the patient’s own skin cells.
We already live in a science fiction world. I was also sure it wouldn’t be mentioned until after her decision,
and possibly not until after they left, because it couldn’t be allowed to influence her decision.
She will still require extensive physical therapy to rebuild muscles AND bone atrophied from disuse.
Another thing that would be way easier in a variable-gravity environment.
This woman reminds me of the receptionist in the story about the birth of the Stilyagi.
Funny both involved denying a cat access to her boss…
Since the nerve connections are new, her brain is also going to have to figure
out which nerve impulses go where. “Bend the left big toe” isn’t where it used
to be. But she’ll have Kelly for company and encouragement.
Receptionist in this case is doing her job, and has just learned that the unknown
Kitty might work directly for company owner.
Of course, since this is back when the Cats are just getting established, her reaction
would have probably been more “Oooh, a Space Kitty!”, but I didn’t want to go there.
It was much the same after my accident, the nerves were damaged, some
did heal, other’s were severed. I had to learn what did work and how to
use it to make my legs work again. Nothing was the same, and I had to
convince my brain that my legs were still there, just different. My right leg to
this day thinks my toe should be pointed to the left, I have to watch it or
down I go. I LOVED the day I put those damned forearm crutches in the closet!
I see there is quite a bit out there about spinal cord grafting, neat stuff!
That if anything will help her get *back* on her feet.
And the story about Sgt Kelly was very disarming.
I’m sure she won’t want to sit this one out!
*six months later* ‘Why do I keep wanting to wag my tail?’
Ha good one.
..so orange hair paying very close attention ,, if it is going to be a problem..
an the little detail,, in panels 5,6, & 8,. you can see Jamie & Dad,, in the reflected image , an Lt. Sharma in 8..
oh yeah,, happy 4th all..
I was sure this operation was a possibility — in the real world we are probably a generation or two at most
from the same thing being possible using stem cells regressed from the patient’s own skin cells.
We already live in a science fiction world. I was also sure it wouldn’t be mentioned until after her decision,
and possibly not until after they left, because it couldn’t be allowed to influence her decision.
She will still require extensive physical therapy to rebuild muscles AND bone atrophied from disuse.
Another thing that would be way easier in a variable-gravity environment.
This woman reminds me of the receptionist in the story about the birth of the Stilyagi.
Funny both involved denying a cat access to her boss…
Since the nerve connections are new, her brain is also going to have to figure
out which nerve impulses go where. “Bend the left big toe” isn’t where it used
to be. But she’ll have Kelly for company and encouragement.
Receptionist in this case is doing her job, and has just learned that the unknown
Kitty might work directly for company owner.
Of course, since this is back when the Cats are just getting established, her reaction
would have probably been more “Oooh, a Space Kitty!”, but I didn’t want to go there.
It was much the same after my accident, the nerves were damaged, some
did heal, other’s were severed. I had to learn what did work and how to
use it to make my legs work again. Nothing was the same, and I had to
convince my brain that my legs were still there, just different. My right leg to
this day thinks my toe should be pointed to the left, I have to watch it or
down I go. I LOVED the day I put those damned forearm crutches in the closet!