Juggle struggle

About a month ago, I was pondering life, as one does, and decided I would try to learn to juggle. I wasn’t sure how well my brain would cope with this. Speedy processing hasn’t been its strong point since I’ve had the ME. However, nearly 14 years on, I thought it might be good for it to learn a new skill – especially a physical one. I also thought juggling might be a good way of giving my body a little extra exercise, since it uses the arms rather than the legs.

As far as exercise is concerned, my plan seems to be working. Juggling definitely increases my heart rate. As far as learning a new skill is concerned, things are looking rather less promising. I mean, you’d have thought the balls would be delighted to be rescued from their unfortunate fate? You’d think they would rush into my hands in gratitude, rather than suffer yet another blow to the head? But no. I cannot seem to convince them to give up their unwavering attraction to the floor. They are loyal to the end.

Nonetheless, my efforts seem to be providing plenty of entertainment for the rest of the family. I am told that the expressions on my face when I began this project were a picture in themselves. Clearly, getting my brain to think about something it wasn’t used to thinking about involved a lot of grinding and clanking of some very rusty gears and cogs. This grinding and clanking had scarcely begun before more well-oiled minds began to apply themselves to the task. Indeed, my greatest achievement so far is teaching my daughter to do this thing… with the result that my already accomplished husband is now refining his skill so as to stay one step ahead. Like I said, hours of entertainment all round.

Meanwhile, my own efforts have not been entirely in vain. Progress is slow, but it’s happening. My main problem at the moment seems to be persuading my (non-dominant) left hand to let go of a ball once it’s caught it. Having persuaded it to do that, there’s then the small matter of persuading it to throw said ball rather than just dropping it. I’m getting there, but progress isn’t helped by the fact that my brain will simply give up after 5 minutes or so of practice. More than that, when adding each new step, I’ve discovered that it can only be accomplished once or twice first thing in the morning and then can’t be practised again until the next day. With those kind of limits, it’s been something of a surprise that I’ve managed to make any progress at all. Yet I have. The brain is a remarkable piece of machinery.

Anyway, since I’m still a long way from being sufficiently accomplished to show off my skill, I thought I’d leave you in the hands of an expert. Perhaps, one day…


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