No man ever steps in the same river twice,
for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.

Heraclitus
Greek Philosopher
I have been re-reading some of my past posts in the blog, specifically from the time right before and after my surgery and it is alarming the change in tone from a few months before to the ensuing days and weeks. Although there are significantly less postings the language is acerbic and pointed, the attitude towards almost everything is tainted with a hue of distaste and distain. I mean I understand why, and even now I carry my resentment towards my failing body like a large stick with which I regularly beat life into submission. I was reading back since in the last 2 weeks I have had no less than 6 doctor’s appointments ranging from acupuncture to splint making for my mysterious carpal tunnel syndrome to a visit to the neurologist who thinks I have radial or brachial neuropathy. I was at the acupuncturist today getting more needles and electricity stuck into my back and then on to the Occupational Therapy department where I got sleeping splints made for me that are supposed to help with my carpal tunnel. I do not have any wrist pain, however according to the results of the nerve stimulation exercises that the neurologist did, I have an acute problem. So now I have these big plastic wrist protectors that I am supposed to wear in bed. Knowing how much I twitch while I am asleep and knowing that only inches away is my sleeping wife I can’t imagine these are going to get a lot of wear…
Yesterday’s acupuncture was not as spectacular as last week, however i was also not in any pain when I got there this time. We had coaching and tried to start floor routines however since hardly any of them could remember their routines it proved difficult. I now have to provide Karren with their floor routines, beam and bar routines for her to check over for competition which means I have to get my ass in gear and get them their videos of last year’s routines.