Chapter 20

If I could describethe next four weeks of my life with one conversation, it would have been like this:

Ivan:"Sit still."

Me:"No."

Ivan:"What do you think you're doing? Do you want to get healthy or what? Stop walking around so much."

Me:[Trying to walk normal—but failing—across his living room with a new brace on] "Leave me alone."

Ivan:"I'm never going to leave you alone. Come sit your stubborn-ass back down, and I'll get you whatever you want."