You never adjust. You just deal with it.
And sometimes the frustration gets so bad you come close to doing Sanchin in the surf facing the sea in a gale to defy mother nature and show her just how much you hurt inside. I mean really driving up to the beach, standing in the salt spray by the roadside, and contemplating it.
But to stand, leaning into the howling wind and driving rain of a fiece storm, safely off the beach, supported on two canes is as far as it gets and is good for the soul during those times of torment. I stand there and growl back with my best vocabulary until I get cold, soaked to the bone, and tired; sometimes even feel a little stupid. But I have expressed my anger and frustrations with all my innner strength, vented it into the vast void, thrown it out back where it belongs as I have set out to do.
The storm inside subsides, then I get around just like everyone else. I wish you speedy recovery with all sincerity, Lori.
Bill, When I was still paralyzed from my accident, I saw a picture of a young adult Black-belt competing at a tournament in a wheelchair. He had NO legs. It's all relative.
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[This message has been edited by Allen M. (edited 11-16-99).]