Regina preferred her coffee muscular versus sickly sweet. If I wanted to drink perfume, I would, she assured her daughter who offered what Regina consider dollhouse coffee. Just give me a strong black cup of coffee, was her retort. When young she'd gone through her hazelnut phase then left the matter to other lemmings who would nod when prompted by anything the current rage. In just that way, Regina knew that seasoning was her current job, meaning holding together body and impulse without sacrificing safety, meaning also not doing something unnecessarily stupid and paying the consequences.
In her youth, Regina believed the body, built to last, would indeed last. To her horror, she recalled picturing herself jumping from the rooftop of her home and landing just right with knees bent then walking away unscathed. Now, having read, watched others, and thereby gaining enough information to constitute proof of what could go wrong, Regina sought to alter her thoughts .
Two years ago, she'd fallen when traveling to a climate of hot humidity and based on her obsession with getting her steps in, pitched forward on uneven pavement around her hotel and blacked out. When she came to, it was clear that fingers were broken. What followed a month past the incident was a subdural hematoma that required emergency brain surgery. Regina's first clue as to the issue involved her sudden inability to perform a shoulder stand in yoga. Unexplainably, her right leg would not rise to match the left. Worse than that, Regina, an inveterate walker, six to eight miles most days, could not cross her living room without help.
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