{"id":2967,"date":"2023-03-20T18:08:44","date_gmt":"2023-03-20T18:08:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/davidzarko.us\/WP\/?p=2967"},"modified":"2023-03-20T18:08:44","modified_gmt":"2023-03-20T18:08:44","slug":"repair-march-iii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/davidzarko.us\/WP\/2023\/03\/20\/repair-march-iii\/","title":{"rendered":"Repair – March III"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Tuesday, March 14<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sleep eluded me until 07:00 \u2013 I simply was not sleepy. At seven I sent Roman a text \u201cIf I am sleeping, let me be,\u201d so I got four hours in. I napped an hour quite easily and am a bit anxious that my energy level threatens a repeat of last night. Other than the usual mobility and typing problems, I feel good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wednesday, March 15<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was in and out of bed until 04:00 then I slept a sound five and a half hours, but I was still half asleep until a brief chair nap just before lunch. For the rest of the day agility \u2013 therefore typing \u2013 was better than usual. Walking was a mess. Posture made me feel like a wadded scrap of paper with toothpicks for legs. So, while I could type fairly well, sitting at the desk left my neck and shoulders screaming with pain after about an hour. I took a couple of brief naps to rest the muscles, and woke only slightly zombified; so that was progress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thursday, March 16<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

An almost exact replica of yesterday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Friday, March 17<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another day like Wednesday except walking a bit better and typing worse. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This dialog happened with Friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FRIEND: You are minutes away from full recovery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ME: How many?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FRIEND: How many what?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ME: Minutes. Three? Ten thousand?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FRIEND: All I’m saying is you are very close. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

ME experiences a warmth is the region of the heart, and is distracted by other things, but on the evening stroll there were lots of moments of joy.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Saturday, March 18<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This dialog happened today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ME: So, nothing yet, you must be talking thousands of minutes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FRIEND: I mean minutes once you’ve let go of habitually retreating to pause-like mentality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ME: How do I do that?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FRIEND: It’s a matter of love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ME experiences love light again, only stronger and broader than yesterday, then it also fades.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

ME: I can’t hold onto it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FRIEND: No you can’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the evening stroll, joy is rampant.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

FRIEND: You can give up the bean counting, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ME: Was all that joy stuff me changing my mental habits?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FRIEND: You’ll see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ME: It doesn’t last very long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FRIEND: You don’t know that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sunday, March 19<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Limp, all day and into the evening. Could barely move, let alone walk. Not rigid and not really unpleasant. Internal as well as external. Mental as well as physical.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the evening unfolded, the limpness of water became the flowing of honey, and while I still walked like a duck, there was some strength in the waddle.

Monday, March 20<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two strong sessions with the rower, and two really good walks in the garage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A series of five minute naps sitting in the recliner zombified me completely, but I was able to recover in just a few minutes, and that left me feeling like I’d been visited by a miracle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Typing is a mess. Joy is frequent, simple, and loving.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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