report from the trenches.
as can be imagined.
it has not been pretty here.
no little pink fluffy bed jackets.
no fainting with a crystal vase of wilting flowers nearby.
it has been
pain on the scale of 1 to 12 . . . a respectable 14.
bathroom privileges have never been taken away.
thank god for that.
eyes swollen so badly ~ could not read ~ or even watch tv.
not that i am into judge judy or the price is right anyway.
that would be its own form of torture.
there has been lots of time for meditation.
for thinking good thoughts.
not funny thoughts.
but good thoughts.
there are many kinds of senses of humor.
the marine has a dry sense of humor.
you will find yourself chuckling at something he said
after you’ve walked away!
when it dawns on you what he meant!
there is slapstick.
i have never been one to laugh at slapstick comedy that much.
you know . . .
tripping on the banana peel.
perhaps that’s because i have been on the other end of the peel.
i once fell down the last 7 moving steps of an escalator in a beautiful shopping mall.
i tumbled and splatted my way all the way to the trash receptacle near the bottom.
and even that too went sprawling. spilling its yukky contents all over the shiny floor.
people stood there with their mouths open.
how could one small woman cause such total chaos?
many might have thought it was my christmas act.
too bad i wasn’t dressed like an elf. i might have pulled it off.
as it was i just scrambled up and picked up my packages
and wandered away into the crowd.
the reason i know that the “crisis is over”
today i woke up thinking funny again.
it has been such a very long time since i thought funny!
i can’t explain it.
i have gone through my life pretty much thinking funny.
things that delight me and make me laugh are not always those that do the same
for other people.
so . . .
when today i found that i’m thinking funny again . . .
THAT’S how i knew the crisis of this old illness has passed.
it won’t be long now.
my feet ~ legs ~ and ankles are still swollen terribly ~
thus the pain . . .
the swelling in my face has gone down considerably.
i no longer look like an old blue eyed china man.
that is a wonderful thing right there old bean!
not that there’s anything wrong with an old china man’s blue eyed face.
it’s just not my face. and i’d rather have my own face thank you.
now it’s more like me staring back at me when i brush my teeth.
and maybe i’ll even be able to read again soon.
and maybe someday be able to sit here more than just a few minutes!
i have missed my favorite blogs so much.
i will NEVER get caught up with you all at this rate.
tomorrow the cardiologist will tell me if i have congestive heart failure or not.
they did the test last week.
i am voting for not.
but you know how these huge lobbies are.
until then old bean . . .
i hope your own time in the trenches is getting better and better . . .
because if there’s nothing else we know about this old world . . .
we know that we ALL have our OWN trenches . . .
whatever they may be.
wishing you love and huge snoopy hugs for your
new week ahead.
til soon old bean.