Discomfort, or shall I call it pain, makes me scratchy. A scratchy tart is the term he used to describe a past colleague. That’s what I’ve been this morning. I am disappointed that my back isn’t healing faster. It’s been over a month, and I long to return to my once-flexible body. I must be patient and accept what is. What can I learn from it? Go slower, take more care, notice what you can do not what you can’t and all those other wise but difficult to live be exhortations that roll around in my head. Self-pity usually triumphs. Ugh.
