 Two at a time, but with everything with my hips and everything, I'm at a doctor's appointment tomorrow to figure it out to make sure that it's nothing that needs to be worked on. Because if I lose the arm or if I lose sensation, I'm cutting it off. Lose sensation in use of my legs, victorious, without shooting my girlfriend in the bathroom swearing that it was a burglary. I can do both. She's my wife, though. She's not my girlfriend. Well, get your girlfriend.