Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A Crabby Word From the Ungrateful Undead

No, no.....not those silly Vampirish undead..........just those of us who seem to be given the gift of living without any obvious reason.  Sorry, my darlings, but you are  being subjected to the Worst of Lo......it was bound to happen someday...........this is the revolting other side of the Pollyanna girl and I am sure  in a few seconds you will  be praying for me to start sparkling with ", Glad, glad, glad and being grateful for receiving crutches from the Missionary Barrel ......grateful because she didn't need them.  Bah, humbug.   Fuck, piss, shit.....I DO need them goddammmit.

Well, not really.....first, I already have my own pair, plus 17 canes, the Walker, the manual (or  better I should say foot-operated wheelchair, since that is mostly how I used to scoot around in it when I had the  broken hip) and the electric razzle dazzle wheel chair for ramps and for street races with my neighbor Marge on her scooter.  And I haven't used any of them, except for the cane, for over a year.  Truth is, I am grateful for that.  I am not quite sure what is wrong with me right now.......I cannot imagine how even the most skilled vascular surgeon in captivity could have managed to remove my joie d' vivre while removing plaque from my left carotid artery.......but that seems to be what has happened and I am not only desolate but ashamed.

And considerably pissed off.

Actually, since I just spilled a cup of cappuchino all over my computer keyboard, mouse and 1000 notes here and there, you might say I am more than pissed....maybe apoplectic. And stricken dumb.

This is a perfect time to say....more later. sob.


  1. I think you have a right to be pissed,,but I know you have handled it all much, much better than anyone I know...You have to be sick and tired of everything you have been hammered with, but please, dear Lo, hang in there.Nothing stays the same,,Good days are coming to you,.This is my daily prayer..xo

  2. A good rant always helps. It's only worrying when you don't even feel like ranting. All the best, Lo.

  3. Honey- I would say that a procedure like that is what in the medical world they call "an insult" to the body.
    It's going to take some time. You are NOT made of copper pipes and PVC.
    Oh bless you. I wish you weren't having to go through this.
    Love you, Lo.

  4. I haven't been keeping up as I should, it seems. I'm sorry to hear that you've had to go through something like that... but no one can be Pollyanna every day, so by all means, rant if that's what you need to do.

  5. Ah, Lo. The fact that you rail against it is proof of spirit. Perhaps there is an opposite to joie de vivre. Perhaps it is only right, at times, that there be a bit of misere de vivre as well.



  6. When you're ready to laugh about this, it will be another very good post. We'll wait. Take care. Yell some more, that helps too. All the best.

  7. When the body experiences a major trauma, the mind is affected, too. The healing part is the really hard part, because we feel that we should be just "fine", when to reach our previous level of fine, it takes time. It will come. You have too much life in you for it not to return. Baby yourself completely, and focus on those things that make you happy, you've earned it! You'll be in my prayers.

  8. This will probably piss you off even further:
    you sound normal to me.

  9. Hi Lo
    Anyone who writes a post like this is not dead by a long chalk.
    When you reach a certain age you do begin to wonder what its all about and both Mr.T and myself often talk about the fact that we are just marching in time waiting for the moment.
    Then the sun comes out and all is well again.
    My youngest son is a nurse and he is always saying how people don't realise just how much medical procedures take it out of a body.
    Also winter is not the best time to get about.
    All the time you are cussing I know you are okay. lol
    Big Hugs to you

  10. Some days it's only worth living so you can yell.

    Hope it gets better soon.

  11. I'm with Jo, dear lady... surgery, even if 'tis relatively minor, can REALLY take it out of you...

    Rant away ~ we're hearing you and holding a space for you to heal in ~

    Much love & many hugs ~

  12. That's the spirit! It won't be long and you'll be good to go....

  13. Sorry you are out of sorts, but between the anesthetic and the surgery and the rebalance of one's systems, it does take a long time to get back to health and humor. But there's enough of a witty edge in your post to signal that you'll already on the road. I hope the journey is speedy and comfortable.

  14. What are blogs for, after all, if not to complain? I get tired of whining into the mirror. So, I blog. I rant. I rave. I have a fine old time doing it. So, feel free, and feel good.

  15. My doc used to say, if I put on a little lipstick and brushed my hair, I would feel 100% better -- I switched doctors and was amazed at how much better I felt! {{{HUGS}}}

  16. Lo, I've added "f.p.s." to my cussword collection and only you and I will know what it means!

    As someone said above, your body is not made of cement, iron, or pvc. Any treatment that is traumatic to the old bod takes time to heal. So give it time already! Relax, cuss, rant, but relax!

    We're cheering for our side!

  17. There is nothing like a good rant -- and others to hear you.

  18. That's convalescence, too sick to be well and too well to be sick.

  19. Lololololololo



    (There. Figure that out, you cranky old broad.)

    I'm feeling much like you are, and don't know why. Wish I could come down and race you to the corner.

  20. Lo, sorry to hear your joie de vivre is ailing, but here's something to cheer you up. You have a new reader.