At the other end of the spectrum from falling or sliding out of control is paralysis — not being able to move at all. Twice in my life I have injured my right arm [the good one] and had temporary loss of its use. [I am still going to PT twice a week for the most recent misadventure. I see improvement every week, which is encouraging. The nerve damage is pretty much healed, but there is still scar tissue around the shoulder that limits my range of motion.]
There are few things as frustrating as body parts that don’t work correctly. [Get your mind out of the gutter! You now who you are.] Normal aging is bad enough, but when injury or disease takes motion away suddenly it changes your perspective. I’m lucky. What I’m dealing with now is fixable and being fixed. I know people who are in much more dire circumstances.
A couple weeks ago I had a dream that woke me with a start. The gist of it was that I was in a close, confined space. I should have been able to let myself out simply by pulling a switch under my right hand. Except that I couldn’t. I couldn’t move my hand and as a result I couldn’t move any part of my body. I was completely trapped. And panicked. And woke up. ‘Sucks! Right?
Yeah, I gots issues. I had a point too. Let me look for it….
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You cannot say “body parts don’t work correctly” and “I had a point” in the same entry and NOT expect snark. I mean, goodness-where are you going to hang your Christmas stocking?
That said, creepy dream.
But I DO expect snark. Usually I say, “I have a hole in my head… but that’s beside the point.” Um, different head and point of course. ~Tim
Tim:
Sorry about the arm injury. Last summer I broke my foot and had to wear a boot thingy. It sucked. Every time this happens to me I tell myself, “I’m going to come back better, Stronger FASTER!!” like the bionic woman.