Today marks two weeks since surgery. I am now allowed up out of bed. So Ernest accompanied me while I took my first steps. We walked the length of our block and back. And I was exhausted!
Tomorrow I meet with my new physical therapist to get back into shape. Between the damaged nerve(s) in my left leg, and the muscles that have atrophied since November, I also have to deal with getting my general strength back since I've been using NO muscles for two weeks. But I'm anxious to see what my therapy will be like. With the MS factor thrown in, I'm not supposed to get overheated, so I'm thinking I may be swimming a lot. We'll see.
In the meantime, I guess I no longer get breakfast in bed! (Thank you Ernest dear!)
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I carry a tray of unwashed crystal glasses precariously
Through traffic.
The errand is unclear.
While trying to cross the street
Safely,
A car casually careens by,
Upsetting the tray and me.
The tumblers tumble, the glass
Crinkles, tinkles and falls; I cry out!
Bending to view the damage, I see
Quite clearly, the glass remains whole.
Reaching to reclaim the crystal;
I touch the first, second and the rest.
They crumble at the touch of fingertips.
My mind fogs
I fall, tumbling, and spill onto the concrete.
A soiled crystal pierces me, bloodlessly.
A funny thing happened to me on my way to back surgery:
I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. Join me as I figure out what this means.
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Pedestrian Crossing
I carry a tray of unwashed crystal glasses precariously
Through traffic.
The errand is unclear.
While trying to cross the street
Safely,
A car casually careens by,
Upsetting the tray and me.
The tumblers tumble, the glass
Crinkles, tinkles and falls; I cry out!
Bending to view the damage, I see
Quite clearly, the glass remains whole.
Reaching to reclaim the crystal;
I touch the first, second and the rest.
They crumble at the touch of fingertips.
My mind fogs
I fall, tumbling, and spill onto the concrete.
A soiled crystal pierces me, bloodlessly.
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