Three years ago I had an accident. I was in a coma for 34 days. When I woke up, I couldn’t move my arms or legs.
With a lot of therapy, I regained movement in my arms, hands, and fingers. I was ready to crochet!
The nurse got my partially finished scarf, my hook, and scissors out and I was excited, for about two minutes. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t remember how to make a stitch.
I started crying. I don’t mean little boo hoo tears, I mean can’t breathe, messy crying. And I couldn’t stop.
The nurse called in a psychiatrist , a psychiatrist who crochets. We talked ( between my hiccup crying) about how important crochet is to me. Then she did a crazy thing; she told me to close my eyes. Keeping my eyes closed, she told me to crochet.
And I did!! My brain had forgotten , but my hands remembered!!!
Since then, I have regained normal movement. I am still amazed at how the body remembers and repairs.