How to begin?

I find myself sitting here writing this post, longing to be climbing, and knowing that my left thumb, hand, and wrist are still extremely weak after five months of immobilization following the motor vehicle accident in mid-October of 2018.  They are so incredibly vulnerable to reinjury and I want to climb so badly that it hurts!  I’ve gone climbing once since I got the last splint off, and I taped my hand, wrist, and thumb very methodically using principles of physics to make sure that they had a minimal chance of being injured while climbing.  I only completed a few climbs and my left hand just wouldn’t do any more.   I’m to the point now where I  can  hold an empty plastic cup in my left hand and not drop it for up to seven seconds.  That’s a huge improvement.

I’m not giving up climbing.  I refuse to, as a matter of fact, but I can hardly sit here and type this post about it and get the words out without withdrawing my hand and cradling the painful thing in my other hand against my gut in pain.  I wince a lot as I type.  My thumb and wrist were seriously injured and although they miraculously healed without surgery,  rehabilitating them is going to be more of a project than I had ever anticipated.  A long-term project.  I don’t like the fact that I can’t even pull up my pants without almost screaming.  I have to use the hand for it to regain its strength, though.  If I don’t use it, I’ll never get it rehabilitated.  That’s the rub.

I hate this.  I really do.  I have to be honest about that.  I don’t like it one bit.  One moment, I was strong and able to climb the best I ever have, and then, in a flash – a single moment in time – it was taken from me.  Now, I’m not complaining.  This has truly been an example  of a miracle healing and I want to make sure that everyone knows and acknowledges that fact!  For that, I am forever thankful!  No surgery.  Whew!  But  now the rehab is in my hands, literally.  It’s difficult.  It’s painful.  But it’s life.  Experience.  That’s what it comes down to – experience.  That’s what I’m here on this earth for and that’s what I’m getting.  Experience.

So while I’m stuck more in front of the computer screen than the rock wall, I’m going to attempt to write a novel.  I already have a first draft of a novella from the NaNoWriMo 2018 last November.  I want to write a nonfiction autobiography of sorts to this point in my life, though.  People might want to read that.  I hope so, anyway, but I’m going to try.  I’m not sure how to go about doing it, but I’m taking that Self-Reliance Business course through The Church  of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and I’m working on my blog daily (or almost daily), and I’m trying to figure out how exactly to get my feet wet by reading various books, joining websites, and learning to write better.  I’ll get it done.  No worries there.  I’ll get it figured out with help from above,  if from nowhere else.  I’m doing a lot of research.  It’ll happen.  It all starts with a word,  just like the rehab of my hand starts with a movement…