May 11, 2013
Well my bags are packed, I’m
ready to go, standing here outside your door..oh, that’s someone else’s story!
My trusty laptop will be
left behind this weekend as I prepare my duplex for the move-in, celebrate
Mother’s Day with my little chicken then head to the operating table on Monday.
Therefore I will post both today and tomorrows at the same time. Forgive my jumping the gun.
Anticipating the deception
of “everything will be alright.” The alright comes after lethargy from
narcotics, pain, physical therapy strain, enduring and an overpowering
sensation of stuckness. The inability to drive a car let alone bear weight on
my foot is enough to drive me to journaling, soul-searching and frantic sympathy-seeking
phone calls to my friends for commiseration.
The perspective from a bed
or chair with a lot of slick floor or carpeting, stairs or grassy slopes in
between me and whatever I am aiming to do…like going to the toilet makes me
realize just how powerful want and need are. For so long I worked with bed-ridden
or wheelchair-bound Hospice patients with sympathy and compassion. It is a
different dance to be immobilized myself. Oh I can whirl around in crutches yet
it is glaringly apparent that the freedom I once had has limits now. October 23rd,
my initial surgery, is still fresh.
How to steel myself for
the up-and-coming six to ten weeks? Lots of comfort food, books, laptop accessibility,
movies, music, family and friends. Forget it, no knitting, croqueting,
quilting, embroidery, sewing, stained glass making, pottery or painting for me!
I am strictly a writer artist and that is that!
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