in which our gal does not nearly kill a motorcyclist

[ritaxis]

I'm on my way to physical therapy, and I have to change lanes. I look over there, and there's a motorcyclist too close to my window so I wait for a bit and let him get ahead of me. No near collision.

This is remarkable because a year ago it would have been a near thing, because I did not have enough range of motion in my neck to turn far enough to be sure of what's over there. I was considering quitting driving. But fortunately I had the wits to get a driving lesson first and learn that it was not my attentiveness that was lacking, but my neck muscles.

Yay Eichi (my physical therapist)!

To-day, he tells me I can get the dexterity back in my hands if I do sensitivity training on my fingertips. One of the exercises is to attempt to feel a hair through thicker and thicker piles of thin paper. Ten pages of dictionary paper, he says, is my goal.

Comments

[mjlayman.livejournal.com]

So he's saying the reason you can't hold on to things is because your nerves don't know you have them. That's interesting.

[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

Yes, and you know what's even more interesting? I just started the exercises and already I can feel the difference. In the physical therapists's office yesterday my fingertips felt smooth to me, and today I can feel the ridges -- they tickle.

[mjlayman.livejournal.com]

Huh. This is probably why I drop more things when I have dressings on my fingers (allergic to bandaids).