- As I said a few days ago, I usually go through life at 90 miles an hour, if not faster. But now, I'm forced to go slower than usual. I can't say that I'm "stopping and smelling the roses" quite yet, but there is a certain relaxation about not being able to hurry, hurry, hurry all the time.
- But on the other hand, I also find it frustrating that it takes a lot longer to do what are usually simple tasks. Never mind others having to wait on me; I don't like to wait on me.
- During the times when walking is more labored than usual, I find myself striving for an extreme economy of movement; all my errands get combined, and I concentrate even more on things; in my current state, it's not fun to go get something and then ADD out and forget what it was that I was going to get in the first place.
- I'm usually a big snooze-alarm guy; in fact, that habit had gotten pretty bad this year. But with the extra effort that has to be expended to move my bum leg out of bed, I usually get an earful of alarm before I ever reach it to turn it off. So basically, when I'm up, I'm up. I get a lot more done now (despite nearly everything taking longer to do), but not nearly enough sleep.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Life in the Slow Lane
Random things that have occurred to me since I've been partially incapacitated: