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1) There's not a thing wrong with my telepathy. My shields are stable (after the initial wobbliness) and my range is precisely what it should be.
2) I also haven't had a single headache since Saturday. (Which is a very, very nice change.)
3) I have lifted everything I could lift before (short of the Blackbird, because Scott told me no, the party-pooper) with no trouble. I have also juggled heavy things for long periods until Moira and I were both satisfied that my endurance hadn't appreciably suffered.
4) When it comes to splitting my telekinetic focus, I'm not back to where I was. Mr. Multitasking is now Mr. Sort-of-Halfassedly-Multitasking by pre-San Diego standards. I'm a good 30% short of where I was, actually. We will be fixing that, oh yes. Those numbers will look right if I have to drill myself into insensibility.
5) I can not seem to properly manipulate anything I can't see, and Charles thinks that's probably permanent. In terms of things to lose, I find I can bid farewell to accidentally lighting the air on fire and turning things to glass with a good spirit. Farewell, molecular-level TK, I never liked you much anyway. You tended to hurt my brain.
6) I am now completely unable to use my TK for anything else while I'm in my exoskeleton. On the bright side, the exoskeleton's somewhat tougher than it was before. Not enormously, but by about 15% according to Moira's tests. I figure that's a fair trade-off.
The verdict is that I'm as healed as I'm going to get. I have a head full of new psionic scarring - like I needed more, I know - and I'm out of shape, psionically speaking, but some of these changes are permanent. I have lost some function, but I think I sacrificed it in a good cause.
Besides. I can still officially kick just about anyone's ass. And yes, that is a challenge - I need some Danger Room time rather badly.
2) I also haven't had a single headache since Saturday. (Which is a very, very nice change.)
3) I have lifted everything I could lift before (short of the Blackbird, because Scott told me no, the party-pooper) with no trouble. I have also juggled heavy things for long periods until Moira and I were both satisfied that my endurance hadn't appreciably suffered.
4) When it comes to splitting my telekinetic focus, I'm not back to where I was. Mr. Multitasking is now Mr. Sort-of-Halfassedly-Multitasking by pre-San Diego standards. I'm a good 30% short of where I was, actually. We will be fixing that, oh yes. Those numbers will look right if I have to drill myself into insensibility.
5) I can not seem to properly manipulate anything I can't see, and Charles thinks that's probably permanent. In terms of things to lose, I find I can bid farewell to accidentally lighting the air on fire and turning things to glass with a good spirit. Farewell, molecular-level TK, I never liked you much anyway. You tended to hurt my brain.
6) I am now completely unable to use my TK for anything else while I'm in my exoskeleton. On the bright side, the exoskeleton's somewhat tougher than it was before. Not enormously, but by about 15% according to Moira's tests. I figure that's a fair trade-off.
The verdict is that I'm as healed as I'm going to get. I have a head full of new psionic scarring - like I needed more, I know - and I'm out of shape, psionically speaking, but some of these changes are permanent. I have lost some function, but I think I sacrificed it in a good cause.
Besides. I can still officially kick just about anyone's ass. And yes, that is a challenge - I need some Danger Room time rather badly.
