Q: How long was Det. Lester Freamon stuck in the Pawnshop Unit?

A: Thirteen years and four months, which is pretty much exactly the amount of time I lived in Washington D.C. without being mugged. But I was mugged on the street last night, not five blocks from my apartment.

In the confused early stage of this procedure and before any of my five highwaymen had even mentioned money as a means of forestalling further nastiness, I stupidly put up some resistance, the result of which was several blows to the head and thorax. I have a bit of a black eye and, of more consequence, some seriously bruised ribs, possibly (though I am no medic) a hairline fracture. Keeping still as possible is mostly ok; any movement brings pain; wrong movements (I’m still learning the injury, as it were) bring severe, involuntary-vocalization-kinda pain. I am considering an emergency room visit for an x-ray.

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Follow-up

bigbeard61, the respondent who knows me least (in meatspace-friend terms) is the big winner here. Well done!

A - 1.85:1 aspect ratio, favorite
B - Every other day bathing frequency – bigbeard61
C - Uncut cock format preference – unxkbos
D - 16,332 days of my life thus far – bigbeard61
E - Natural disaster or plague. Hopefully soon. Eschatologic worldview – geckospot
F - ~12.8% fat, percent of body mass – bigbeard61
G - Prescriptivist grammatical leanings – peregrin8
H - 1.82 height, in meters – bigbeard61
I - ~$7,800 indebtedness – bistet
J - Cherry jam or jelly, favorite (bigbeard61 guessed 'Favorite Jones', which I love)
K - ~4.8 Kinsey scale, estimated
L - 4.75 left; 4.5 right lens power for corrective lenses, in diopters – peregrin8
M - INTJ Myers grumble mumble effin Briggs – peregrin8
N - Greek nose shape
O - 'by seynt Loy' ooth, grettest – bigbeard61 explains, 'like the Prioress, the Karen Walker of the Canterbury Tales'
P - Heights, Kirsten Dunst phobias – bigbeard61
Q - Not strained quality of mercy (also of peas) – peregrin8
R - None religion – bigbeard61
S - ~9 ppm salinity
T - Yes, when I was 10 testicular tortion, past sufferer?
U - At the slightest provocation umbrage, readiness to take
V - T2 voice part
W - 2458.75 weight, in Troy ounces
X - Welsh, Portugese xenolalic preferences — Props to madknits, who came very close
Y - 5725 year of birth, Hebrew calendar – bigbeard61
Z - Snake Zodiac, Chinese — unxkbos

Status

The day was ok. Pain was manageable, appetite was fine, I got some work done. Ran out of steam, however, at 5:30 or so and went down for a nap. Woke at 9 feeling like boiled dogshit: seriously more pain than before (maybe just because the Aleve was nearing next-dose), clammy, off-balance. Checked temperature: no fever. Aspirin and a leftover narcotic. We'll see. This is not fun. Real convulsive, cathartic crying hit me at one recent point; unfortunately, it hurt like a motherfucker.