I'm still getting better. I realized this morning that I was putting on mascara with one hand, without using the other hand to steady it.
And... I started jogging.
I'm walking gracefully at 3mph every day, so yesterday I added in 1/8 mile of jogging. Even though I feel great walking, when I break into a (very slow) jog, I suddenly feel like a clunky robot. Apparently my body has forgotten how. But it's a start.
(Actually getting out of the wheelchair was a start. I suppose a clumsy jog is more like the middle/end.)
I unpacked the last of the moving boxes this week too, which was great. I've been working on reclaiming my closets from the chaos that overtook them while I was sick, and rearranging my kitchen so I can find things.
It was most satisfying to realphabetize my spices.
Ahhhhhh. It's my kitchen again.
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