Completion.

I had a tiny victory last night.  I did stop the 47 minute indoor walking video at 15:39 minutes.  The intersection at my little voice telling me what my body told it, "Emily, you need to stop here" and previewing the Wacky Jack to come is where I stopped.  I was happy my chosen stop was at 15:39 minutes - my completion goal was 15 minutes, I felt like I completed 15 minutes, and when I checked, the stopwatch was just shy after 15 minutes.  I'm ready to strength train, and I know the way there is respecting what my body is telling me while it is asking for something it needs from me.  To listen.

Matt called my rib fractures the best thing that could have happened for the state my right arm was in.  

My right arm had become as debilitated as it had been before surgical repair, and I remember the challenge it was to find the surgeon who was convinced it was time for surgical repair.  I had to remind the orthopedic surgeon to release my trigger fingers, too, in pre-op when I noticed he hadn't marked my fingers.  I am glad I did not assume he would remember amidst the cubital tunnel release because he confessed he had forgotten.  I will be my own patient advocate, but I have a hard time being my own patient advocate because I nor my signs are outright convincing.  

Rib fractures was my right arm's healing this round of impairment.  That's one way I make sense out of just how wacky that fall was, it was a healing for my mind and my right arm.  

I asked Matt on Sunday night if my writing style in this free space read unusual to him.  He answered like it was the question on his mind in the exact moment.  His reply, "Yes!  It's wacky."