Recently we bought a mountain bicycle, and I tried to hop tree roots unsuccessfully. Not only did I make a fool of myself but I also broke my forearm. I was wearing a helmet but not any bodily protection.

I share with you some healing observations:

Broke my arm–I’m not all that
There’s an ancient wisdom in the rhythm to brushing your teeth then leaning over the sink to spit, you either have it or you don’t.
Malaise – when pain no longer calls for medicinal relief but you feel too tired and worn out to enjoy low to no pain.
The added aggravation of not being able to type with both hands and having download issues with dictation software is the definition of fatalistic demise to blog posts.

More ahead on the healing curve because we’re just not around that bend, yet.
Just me


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