Impossible feats of yesterday that are possible for me today
Typing with two hands
Throwing the dogs ball with my left hand
Putting my right arm into a sleeve without screaming
Holding a water glass in one hand while adjusting the tap with the other
The process of daily living is an intricate ballet where each limb plays a unique role. How little do we appreciate its complexity! Observing the return of physical function is like noticing that the birds are returning after a winters southern sojourn. The arrivals on one day, heralded and left unrecorded, will be taken for granted the next day, forgotten in a blur of normal expectation.
Impossible feats of last week that are possible this week
Standing upright without nausea
Forgetting to take a painkiller
Sleeping without the sling
Promising to be somewhere and believing that I mean it
Bill is officially retired, but he continues to work part time in the plaster room, casting broken bones. Today he has dropped by unexpectedly to speed my recovery with the delivery of a loaf of freshly baked bread. How amazing that he should arrive at the exact moment when I am calling a taxi for my maiden voyage to the office! Taking on the role of taxi driver, he tells me about the people who shrink from the prospect of using the limbs he has repaired. Perhaps it hurts too much, or maybe they are not troubled by a few dozen commitments that must either be abandoned or rescheduled. All of it speaks to the value of seeing yourself as part of someone elses future, to the value of having commitments.