Hmm. What to post about.
When the circumference of your world has been reduced to the hospital, car rides to and from the hospital, your bedroom and the kitchen, there isn’t a whole hell of a lot of subject matter to write about.
And what little there is, isn’t suitable for public consumption.
However, I can safely say this. I have a newfound respect and appreciation for all my body parts – those that are in top notch condition and those that are simply in half-assed working order. (At least they’re functioning…)
May I never lose this awe and wonder regarding my health.
As for the dearth of subject matter for this post, I can hear some of you saying, “Well, hey, she can read the newspaper, watch TV, read, etc.”
Uh-uh. Major surgery does a real number on your concentration level. Two days ago I finally read an entire magazine. A trashy, junk magazine. I considered this a major milestone. Last night I finally resumed reading the book I’d started before surgery. An even bigger milestone.
When Beth can’t read, you know her world has been turned upside down. And when Beth is able to read again, you know she is finally on the road to recovery.
Still got a ways to go, folks. Bear with me. Up-to-date opinions and musings on current affairs just ain’t gonna happen any time soon. (Not that I did a lot of that anyway…)
And once again, my sincere thanks for all the supportive comments. To my amazement, they keep coming in.
“You like me, you really like me!”
(With credit to Sally Field for the above heartfelt and sappy sentiment.)
When the circumference of your world has been reduced to the hospital, car rides to and from the hospital, your bedroom and the kitchen, there isn’t a whole hell of a lot of subject matter to write about.
And what little there is, isn’t suitable for public consumption.
However, I can safely say this. I have a newfound respect and appreciation for all my body parts – those that are in top notch condition and those that are simply in half-assed working order. (At least they’re functioning…)
May I never lose this awe and wonder regarding my health.
As for the dearth of subject matter for this post, I can hear some of you saying, “Well, hey, she can read the newspaper, watch TV, read, etc.”
Uh-uh. Major surgery does a real number on your concentration level. Two days ago I finally read an entire magazine. A trashy, junk magazine. I considered this a major milestone. Last night I finally resumed reading the book I’d started before surgery. An even bigger milestone.
When Beth can’t read, you know her world has been turned upside down. And when Beth is able to read again, you know she is finally on the road to recovery.
Still got a ways to go, folks. Bear with me. Up-to-date opinions and musings on current affairs just ain’t gonna happen any time soon. (Not that I did a lot of that anyway…)
And once again, my sincere thanks for all the supportive comments. To my amazement, they keep coming in.
“You like me, you really like me!”
(With credit to Sally Field for the above heartfelt and sappy sentiment.)
13 comments:
Beth, since you say there's nothing new, then write about they young you. Tell us about growing up, things you discovered, mistakes you've made...
Of course we like you! And we like to hear that you are slowly getting better. In no time at all, you'll be not only reading hoards of books, you'll be writing them, too.
In the mean time, I like 'The Guy's' suggestion, about writing about the young you. If you've got the energy that is!
Uh oh, stories of the young you? Sounds like blackmail material to me (mind you, we are well aware of the ammunition in your hands as well). Go for it - I'd love to read what you choose!
N.R.
Yeah...we like you, we really like you...
So glad your getting better....
Take your time.
I have to thank you. as an aside...I picked up an Atwood, with huge trepidation. The Robber Bride. I am enjoying it, so far, way way more than I would have thought possible...
So good luck and good health. It is wonderful to feel the tide washing back in isn't it.
guy:
Wonderful suggestion - and it will come as no surprise that I kept old diaries and journals!
patricia:
Writing hordes of books. I wish.
The "young me" - that's a road I haven't travelled in quite a while (except for those "chubby" pictures).
megan:
Be afraid - be very afraid.
Nah, promise I won't go there...
oreneta:
I love your metaphor of the tide washing back in for the return of good health.
Enjoy Margaret! Lots more where that came from...
I agree with Patricia.
OF COURSE we like you!
You are a TOTAL HOOT!
Glad that you are feeling better... progressively better.
My greatest touchstone [other than the severe pain and/or vomiting] of KNOWING when I am sick.... is if the desire to read is gone.
It has happened a few times.
cipriano:
I like being called a "hoot."
I guess people who don't read very much judge the degree of their illness (or, their condition) by a lack of desire to watch TV???
Whatever floats your boat...
yay for trashy, junk magazines! they are my Bible! ;)
glad you're on the road to recovery, no matter how long that road seems to be.
and of course, we like you! what's not to like? You have alot of people out here who love and care about you and want you well. so do it!
beth:
Yeah, trash mags are good. Why? Who knows and who cares?
As for getting better - I'm "doing it" - every day - more progress. (Frustrating as hell, though...)
You should have just watched the 24-hour news channels. Oh, wait. You're Canadian, so your channels have actual NEWS on them.
dorky dad:
Even in Canada, watching 24 hour news on TV might have put me to sleep. Which would have been a good thing.
Damn right we like you :). That's why we keep on coming back for you.
I sympathize with your frustration. While I have absolutely nothing compared to recovery from surgery, you read my rant about vertigo. There's nothing worse than illness and the like being your only chance to have a break... and then not being able to enjoy it.
princess pointful:
Agreed - I don't consider this a real break - it's an endurance test for boredom.
Hope your vertigo is better - as in, gone.
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