Ergonimically Challenged (and rescued)

2010 has rushed its way in, with client project after project taking me (often virtually, sometimes in person) to Singapore, Basingstoke, Boston, and myriad sites nearby to learn, and then to write about, the widest range of topics.

There's only one small problem with this blessing of work and that is this: I cannot sit at my computer. Or, I could no longer sit here for more than five minutes at a spell by the time yesterday rolled around (hence my typos of late! forgive me!). I had this funny little problem, all through December, of barely any feeling up and down my entire right side, except for when some feeling returned and that feeling was fire. I thought I could think this little problem away. Turns out, I failed at that.

But I'm not here to complain. I'm here to celebrate a woman named Betsy, who moved her schedule around yesterday to see me and—muscle by muscle, nerve by nerve—explained what my body was doing (or refusing to do). When she described my case as both acute and chronic, I smiled. My body like my life, I thought.

There's a path out, and I'm going to take it, though things like this take awhile. What matters most to me is that there are people like Betsy—informed and good, professional and kindly, who stop when you need them and ease away the ache without chastising you for being such a poor steward of your own muscles and nerves to begin with.