Re-thinking Rehabilitation/ Seeking Solitude

One very effective way of living between cities without losing humour, is to appreciate what each distinctively offers.  Back for the week in Singapore, I appreciate, solitude before the sun fully rises, and that it is warm enough, daily, for me to swim.

On occasion, I meet, the new neighbour.

Week 11, post-surgery, my arm is getting stronger!

I can still sort of touch my face, sort of touch my hair.  Not too long ago, I could not even lift my arm off a surface, no matter how hard I tried.

Bleh.

In anticipation of what's ahead in London, I re-imagined my rehabilitation needs, and gave myself, a day of complete solitude.

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 I jumped into a cab.

I crossed the ocean, 

arrived at Mecca.

I changed quickly, and was given a tour of their facilities.

Perfect!  Hydro Therapy!

The water was warm- the ideal environment to do my extension and flexion exercises multiple times over!

Nobody else appeared.  I was alone to work my arm.

Bliss!

My day got better.

I was led to a private room, where the next four hours unfolded in luxury.  My body was brushed, scrubbed, wrapped, kneaded, kneaded again, and kneaded again and again.

Twice I was helped to take a hot shower, and the sheets on the therapy bed changed.  The pain in my arm, receded.

Then I was escorted to lunch.  While waiting for lunch to be served, I practised more exercises for strengthening my fingers, wrist, and muscles of the lower arm...

Ah.  Lunch.

A special surprise awaited me... a lunch date!

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I think Singapore looks best dressed in her native colors- verdant and lush.

Beyond the green, the deep sea,

where

my grandmother is resting, watching over me.