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The body rebels. HALLELUJAH!

February 27, 2024

Pecking away . . .

Yesterday afternoon, at some point, in between removing the sling and putting it on again, I was walking across the living room when I noticed my body spontaneously beginning to do tai chi, moving and waving the wounded arm in concert with the other one. WHAT? Both shocked and eager, I allowed body, after only ten days, to subtly ignite the process of moving back into mind/body/soul/spirit harmony. YES!

 

 

BTW: I took one percocet when I left the hospital, two CBD gummies before sleep that first night, one of the prescribed hydrocodone-acetamin pills the next morning, and since then, nothing, nada! Would prefer to stay in touch with the pain, which is only present if I try do do something with that arm/hand that jars or otherwise stresses it. Pain is my teacher.

Meanwhile, I take a homeopathic for “bone trauma,” Symphytum offinale, every four hours.

Given my body’s welcome rebellion yesterday, I wonder if I can beat the odds, and be up to speed within four weeks total.

Whatever I’m enduring, son Colin has it so much worse!

February 26, 2024

 

Still pecking with one finger. Hard to believe its been only ten days since I slipped on ice and broke wrist. Slowed down in just about every way, plus don’t feel I should drive a car yet (though one of my sisters, now deceased, drove for 20 years with a useless right arm, thanks to effects of chemo. She’d substitute her knee for the missing hand!), which means I can’t drive 20 minutes to visit my paralyzed son C0lin. Still amazed to think that last year and before, the two of us would often zip off to a favorite nearby restaurant, without a care in the world.

Geez! Sure never thought I’d add a broken left wrist to my list of — what? Accomplishments? No. Sucky situations? Yes.

Thanks to my new “sketchers,” I still walk 3-4 miles aa day. But no yoga, chi kung or tai chi, so it feels like after only ten days my 81-year-old body is already moving out 0f alignment/integration.

In this kind of stuck scene, one cannot help but look to the future. Let’s see now. When I see the doc again, on March 6, after that will I feel free to move that arm around rather than as now, holding it in a sling, close to my chest?

Worst of all, I can’t even feel sorry for myself without the looming figure of cheerful Colin, enduring so much worse, for over six months now, and with still unknown outcome.

And yes, Colin spends a lot of time looking into his hoped-for future.