I see you know exactly what I mean.  I can sit and laugh at some of it now, but while I was going through that, it was hell.  Dad trying to pull the blades out of an electric knife, without pushing the release, or putting his hand on the wood burning range in the kitchen to push himself out of his chair.  Had my right arm broken, when the doctor asked when it happened and I told him three days before, what I got when we were out of there, not nice.  Old country doctors don't like being called into their office at ten thirty at night.  The angry stride going after his teenage son, stepping into a rut, ending up laying in mud.  But that would be one hell of a project, fifty drunken poses for M4.  (Or whoever.)  Wish I could  have seen his face when he was looking for me in the woods, I was about forty feet up in the sugar pine he was using to keep from falling down.  As I said before, getting the poses and expressions isn't easy.
Doric.

The "I" in Doric is Silent.