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Drawing on the other side


I recently had to quit my RA-meds, again. The side-effects (loss of appetite, moodswings, headache, and extra hairloss) got so bad that I couldn’t take it anymore. My doctor and I discussed it and we decided to take a break from medication and see how that goes.

So far, not as fabulous as I hoped. Pains and swellings have returned, minor ones so far. This did however gave me an incentive to train my other hand some more. I’ve done this off and on the past few years and decided to make a bigger effort now. I have cooked (mostly) with the other hand, even chopping veggies, and I did some sketches for my Inkblobs. They don't look very well but they also don't look too bad. I can't seem to draw circles yet, and my 'straight' lines look like bacon strips.

It'll take a while ;)



I’ve trained a lot over the past months and I have finished up the official part of my physical therapy. I started out with cycling on my stationary bike for a mere minute or two and worked my way up to some sort-of-serious cycling. I do still need to take breaks every five to ten minutes because I get tired, and I certainly need to keep myself from overdoing it, but I can do some cycling.

Roughly six weeks ago, when the cycling started to look better and improving my health a bit, I ordered myself a Brompton bike 1 . I took six weeks to arrive, in which I cycled and cycled. Then, a week ago, I finally received the call that the bike arrived and naturally I rushed to the bike-shop 2 . I rushed a bit too fast as they still had to prepare my bike and do their regular tests. I waited patiently while they preformed their tests, and they kindly attached my bike-computer and bike-cage.

I hopped on it, and cycled home from the shop; a good 7.2 kilometres. I took breaks and walked while I crossed some streets because I couldn’t handle all the traffic. Before that day I hadn’t cycled in a little over ten years, an amazing event in this country ;) Halfway I stopped checking the map and cycled on instinct and mostly little signs that pointed to my neighbourhood. I happily arrived home, having seen more of my neighbourhood than I normally do.

Since last week I’ve cycled lots. Too much actually, and I crashed a bit a few days ago. I do like that I cycled so much and I really love my bike. It gives me more freedom to go places. I have cycled to the nearby shopping center, which I usually go to by bus. When I take the bus it takes me five minutes to get to the bus-stop, then I sit in the bus for fifteen minutes (after usually waiting for at least five minutes), and then I walk a few minutes more. By bike, it takes ten minutes–which of course doesn’t include taking the bike down and storing it somewhere upon arrival.

We’ve had great weather the last week, and both Nano and I enjoy taking the bike out and going for a ride. She can sit in the front basket (hooked up in her harness) or runs beside it.

So far, my bike has made my year :D

  1. In case you wonder why I bought a folding bike and not a proper bike: I do not have any storage in my building which means the bike has to stand somewhere inside my flat. A brompton folds up nicely into my hallway-cupboard

  2. I got my bike at Tromm Tweewielers, a very nice bike-shop in Amsterdam.