August 12. 2008

In the presence of my circumstance with limited distractions the tears flow from the grief over expectations vs limitations. I welcome the tears as I know they are there whether seen or not and I embrace the authentic expression -- even if it is in solitude. I'm feeling exhausted today. My left leg which I once felt was strong has weakened. My right leg lacks communication. I saw the house psychologist today as part of the intake evaluation, not much to note with that meeting. Silly questions, silly answers. What emotions are expected from someone who had control over her body and embraced exercise with joy and now finds her soul attached to legs that don't understand the spoken nerve language?