I am a klutz. I never really learned just how much space my body requires: walls have a habit of jumping out at me. I lack fine motor control. Simple tasks, such as hammering a nail or tightening a screw, frustrate me. I am worse with power tools. My body is also sensitive and injures easily. I typically have at least one bruise somewhere on my body. How I got it is Continue Reading
Joy in the Midst of Patience
I am not a patient person. Yet I want many things which require waiting. Or, more accurately, I want many things which require extended efforts. I want my knee to not hurt anymore. My physical therapy should rehabilitate my knee under the guidance of a medical professional. I want to go backpacking. Our backpacking trips have been put on hold because of the Continue Reading
Lessons in Love from “The Vow”
Being sick can be fun. When I am sick, I allow myself to do things I might not otherwise do, like watch silly TV or eat only a brownie for lunch. Unfortunately, this morning I got to take advantage of my sick rules. I woke up in such an allergic state I had hives, and my digestive track was thoroughly unhappy and making its displeasure known. I tried being productive, but it Continue Reading
I’m Broken, You’re Broken, So What?
I’m broken. Since early March, I have taped my left knee daily. Going up stairs requires great concentration to avoid a blow out. My weekly climbing session has devolved into me pretending that I don’t have a left leg, or at least a left leg that is capable of straightening. My friend is broken. In late February, he was with me and a group of friends on a ski trip. Near the Continue Reading