Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Last July I had surgery to remove some bone from one of my knees. For the rest of the summer, I spent much of my time either resting or hobbling around slowly. For perhaps the first time in my life, I became intently aware of how many motions are involved in even the most mundane activities of daily living, such as moving around a kitchen to assemble a child's lunch and snack for summer camp. I was reminded of the extent to which I take for granted my normally able-bodied status, and felt renewed sympathy for people who live with chronic pain or disability. And I became much more choosy about what I did.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
"I wish I got fevers," said my 15-year-old, Bridget, one day last winter, motioning to her 13-year-old sister, Christina, who'd been sent home from school with a temp. This was before we all started worrying about H1N1.
