Still pecking. (Broken wrist.)
Hard to get used to this extreme slowdown of my usual fast-paced activities. Luckily, for my sanity, I’ve managed to claw back both 3-4 mile daily walks as well as probably 3/4 of daily yoga/chikung/taichi. But no matter what, this temporary disability unbalances me, so that I find myself moving slowly, carefully, through my days. Which reminds me: “Ann, you are getting old!” Hopefully, I will retain this new appreciation of what old people go thru when I get back up to speed.
Besides the usual two hours of “physical culture” (walking, physical practices), Ive also taken on a daily one-hour, one-handed task of cleaning, discarding, reorganizing the many-year accumulation in my bedroom/study. I would not have embarked on this task except for my broken wrist slowdown. So, grateful!
Tomorrow, 10 AM, I see the doc again.
