So strange to suddenly be a creature of the land again. Becky drives me down to the boat every day to check the lines and pick up a few more clothes or other items. The cabin seems so musty and closed up after just a few days that I realize how good it is for a vessel to be in constant use. It’s hard to imagine that it was my home just a week ago.
I’ve commented before on my good luck and it seems to hold even in the midst of misfortune. Reading between the lines of what the PT’s tell me, I have evidently been living with an old injury that was not properly diagnosed and treated a dozen years ago. My muscles have been expending enormous effort over those years to keep everything lined up and working. They tell me it is not uncommon in cases like this for the body to just suddenly become exhausted and give up. What are the chances it would happen here?
Becky was one of the most important friends of my youth. We lost touch with each other and I’d only seen her once in the thirty years prior to my brief visit on the way south. In addition to her guest room, I have a free dock through her contacts and transportation to physical therapy since she was already going about as often as I am (three times a week). They schedule our appointments together as much as possible. I’m also having the opportunity to rediscover that there have been very few people in my life whose company I enjoy more.
Our bodies talk to us in ways that are mysterious. I wonder if my decision to rush north, something I rationalized but didn’t fully understand myself, was awareness that my back muscles were losing the battle against the bones. Just think of the circumstances in which I could be going through all this down in the marshlands. I would probably have lost the boat due to the costs.
The back thing is currently quite unstable. Although there is clearly a positive trend, my extrapolations of when I will be able to resume cruising again range from a couple weeks to never. Fortunately, I am dealing with something that is primarily a matter of muscles and they can repair, develop, and be retrained much faster than bones and disk cartilage. I expect that I will be headed north on my original schedule although without the exploration of the bay I had planned. Old friends though can be as rewarding and wonderful an experience as anything I expected cruising on the Chesapeake.
I’ve commented before on my good luck and it seems to hold even in the midst of misfortune. Reading between the lines of what the PT’s tell me, I have evidently been living with an old injury that was not properly diagnosed and treated a dozen years ago. My muscles have been expending enormous effort over those years to keep everything lined up and working. They tell me it is not uncommon in cases like this for the body to just suddenly become exhausted and give up. What are the chances it would happen here?
Becky was one of the most important friends of my youth. We lost touch with each other and I’d only seen her once in the thirty years prior to my brief visit on the way south. In addition to her guest room, I have a free dock through her contacts and transportation to physical therapy since she was already going about as often as I am (three times a week). They schedule our appointments together as much as possible. I’m also having the opportunity to rediscover that there have been very few people in my life whose company I enjoy more.
Our bodies talk to us in ways that are mysterious. I wonder if my decision to rush north, something I rationalized but didn’t fully understand myself, was awareness that my back muscles were losing the battle against the bones. Just think of the circumstances in which I could be going through all this down in the marshlands. I would probably have lost the boat due to the costs.
The back thing is currently quite unstable. Although there is clearly a positive trend, my extrapolations of when I will be able to resume cruising again range from a couple weeks to never. Fortunately, I am dealing with something that is primarily a matter of muscles and they can repair, develop, and be retrained much faster than bones and disk cartilage. I expect that I will be headed north on my original schedule although without the exploration of the bay I had planned. Old friends though can be as rewarding and wonderful an experience as anything I expected cruising on the Chesapeake.
