Continuous Passive Motion. I hear that and think of someone shrugging their shoulders over and over, or turning their hands palm up. Continuous Passive Motion. As I type this, I am strapped into a CPM, a machine whose sole purpose is to bend and straighten my knee. I am passive while the machine provides the continuous motion. I can’t say that I love this contraption, but I certainly appreciate it. My goal is to get up to 90° … and right now I’m at 88. I’ve got another 10 minutes to go tonight (3 times a day, 2 hours each time), so I’ll have no problem hitting my target.
It hasn’t been a great day. Started with enough pain to bring me, my sister and the physical therapist to tears. But we all got through it, and here I am. CPMing myself to sleep. And writing Aruns!
flares through me,
it says, coy.
These tears, this pain,
the shards of that truth.
An Arun is a fifteen-line poem in three sets of five lines. Each set of five lines follows the same syllable structure: starting with one syllable and increasing by one (1/2/3/4/5 — 3x).