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in which our gal does not nearly kill a motorcyclist
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.
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.
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