1 May, 2008
I have been going to the physiotherapist and do exercises under his guidance. But while my physical self is busy in motion my mind works at a much faster speed gauging at all the reasons that might had gone wrong! “Did you have some injury?” the doctor asked. “I don’t remember exactly.” I replied. I thought hard of some incident when my shoulder must have been injured. I think of some but waive off the thought.
My sole concern is to make my shoulder work. The machines I work on look intimidating as if challenging me to action. I take up the challenge and start working with a vigour. I am really amazed at the stubbornness of my arm that would not straighten up despite my best efforts. I would order, request and cajole the poor thing but it would not listen to me.