2018: Year of Effort

This was the year of continuous effort.  It was the year of slow but steady recovery from the elbow injury suffered in a fall in November last year and the ensuing surgery.  I regained nearly full use of the right arm a full year later, as promised by the surgeon.  But the recovery process involved weakening of the body, owing to the weeks of reduced physical activity; and my stamina declined and the balance on my feet also got less firm.  Through the year I felt that I aged three years in this one year. Simple tasks I had been taking for granted became difficult, like reaching up to the higher shelf and stooping to pick up something on the floor, standing too long chopping and stirring when cooking, even getting down and up from the chair.  I dutifully continued the PT exercises, and the progress, though slow, was steady month by month. By August, when I walked out on the street, I was able to take broad steps and move more briskly than indolently, allegro assai, no andante. 

I saw light at the end of the tunnel by the end of the year. 

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