FOR SIX MONTHS, I GOT A TINY TASTE IF THIS. AND I HAD THE USE OF MY ARMS AND LEGS.
You wake up this morning. You may be a bit stiff from your work-out yesterday. Or still recovering from your long work week. But you can and do get up and get on with your morning.
The first thing you have to get used to is total helplessness. You’re dependent on somebody else for everything. If you want your ear scratched, you have to ask. You soon learn that you can’t ask every time the problem arises, or you’d be asking the whole day. And you remember all too vividly the itch that assailed you in the middle of the night before last, the one that wasn’t worth waking somebody up to relieve.
You grab your cup of coffee and your book. Or the morning paper. You turn the pages.
Another personal loss, for me, is books. The act of writing has been distorted, yes, but not as much as the…
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