1. About five days before my birthday, I fell off my bike and bashed myself up. No, no, dear friends, please don't give me pity. I appreciate the kind impulse, but I never want pity or commiseration. I believe (very strongly) that pity and commiseration weaken a person. I don't need this and in fact, it's not helpful. When someone is in trouble, practical help is worth all the sad-eyed pity in the world. I realize that if you're far away, you can't offer practical help, but I do believe in the power of prayer and positive well-wishes, so go ahead and do that for me if you want.
As I lay there on my back in the middle of the road, completely numb all down the right side of my body and absolutely unable to get up, I soon found myself surrounded by concerned people all (ALL) asking me if I was okay. I swear I got asked that question ten or twelve times in two minutes. I blinked dully at them and said that I was pretty sure I was okay; it was just that I couldn't move quite yet-- I was waiting until I felt ready and then I was going to try to roll over and get up. "No, no," I said, alarmed, when people produced cell phones and offered to get me an ambulance. "Please don't call 911." (Fellow Canadians will understand why not)
All I wanted was for them to prevent me from getting run over by a car until I could stand up again. That was really important to me. You see, I knew I was basically okay, just bashed up and bruised, but certainly able to recover. But the potential prospect of getting run over by a car would have made me feel a thousand times worse. Assuming I lived through it to feel anything, that is!
To cut a long story short, they agreed to protect me from cars, and eventually I did get myself back on my feet. So thank you, nice strangers! I appreciate your help.
Anyway, I have been slowly getting better. I only missed one day of work, but tonight was the first time I've felt that I had enough range of motion and strength in my right arm and shoulder to ride my bike again. Yesterday I dared drive a car for the first time since the accident. According to the specialist I saw yesterday, I've got fluid in my shoulder joint, which is absolutely KILLING me. But I'm sick of taking pain pills and being groggy when I'm trying to work or study. I'm also sick of trying to sleep on either my back or my left side. I can't sleep on my back-- I'm a side sleeper! I like to shift from one side to the other all night long.
According to the specialist, I have two choices: cortisone shot or acupuncture. I'm going for a special Japanese acupuncture treatment tomorrow at 3:30 PM. At least the right side of my neck and all the muscles on the right side of my body have stopped cramping randomly.
Maybe the acupuncture can help me with my pizza cravings! It's worth mentioning, don't you think?