recovering

today is different. finally. i can think of and execute non-vital tasks. i can start to straighten up the apartment. i even washed my face this morning, marveling over the fact that i could lean over the sink to wash off the soap. music is playing. i feel my spirit returning.

and now is when i need to be the most careful. make haste slowly, nathania. make haste slowly.

thanks for all the well wishes, trips to the chiropractor, phone calls and the deliveries of food, dessert and medication. thanks to the folks who could come and take out the trash, warm up food for me, put socks on my cold feet, clean up the litter box or just chatter away for a few minutes to help me forget my body is mortal.