Sunday, August 12, 2012

Oy ! I Can't Find My Groove

To all my beloveds out there, I want you to know that I am doing amazingly gamboling around with just a cane (whenever I rouse myself from my favorite horizontal position).  Having very little pain and not even too much discomfort.  The best word to describe my state would be languid, I think.  Cossetted in mounds of pillows and surrounded by various footstools (one for Gussie who must have her own right beside me lest she tromp on my sore leg,  one for the computer and one for my own feet and legs which prefer to be elevated just so.)    I am, in many ways, the luckiest dumbshit in the world;  and yet, I am not ready to snatch up the gauntlet and go on with the struggle.   I think I am just going to lie here for a while, if you don't mind.

Also, unluckily for you, I have just discovered that it is Pre Football Season, so all hopes of my tapping out a brilliant piece on my adventure and my condition are out of the question...........unless   I have an ounce of energy left over when the games are off later.

I have counted all the various parts......arms., legs, fingers, toes......and except for a few errant pints of blood which accidentally leaked into my right thigh I seem to be all here, but I just can't seem to get going.  I am beginning to suspect that they did some undocumented things while in the hospital.....perhaps replaced my brain with someone else's, or excised all my gumption.
My chief skill seems to be lying prone in the lounge chair ringing a little brass bell for service.   I am not complaining, you understand, just explaining and apologizing why news from this front has been so sparse.

Please stick with me folks and I will tap out a few cryptic messages as the ability returns.  Meanwhile, know that I am well and well cared for............except for that Gussie.....


  1. Darling- we must admit that the older we get, the longer it takes us to recover from bodily insults the likes of which you have just gone through! Your dear body is telling you what it wants and needs. Don't fight it. Let it regain itself and all will be well.
    Be patient!

  2. It sounds like a swell set-up to me. Like the last ten minutes under the comforter on a cold winter morning. The alarm won't be ringing until after the super bowl. Don't worry about it.

  3. Brass bell?! Awesome. I want one. Glad you're enjoying football. Who's your team. I switch annually just to make it interesting to see how I do. Last year, I picked the 49rs. This year, it's the Texas Texans. I have absoluetly no reason for my choices. It's completely random.

  4. M'dear ~

    Nurz bobbie sez... losing that much blood will do it to you...
    Enjoy yourself ~ lots of steak ~
    Go Niners!!!

    Hugs ~

  5. I am so happy there is someone helping you,,You didn't just have a hangnail my dear friend. You went through a helluva ordeal. REST,,Give your body a chance to reprogram...I know your way of life has changed tremendously, so take it slow,,ring your bell, watch football,etc... and know how grateful I am that you are some better. Give Gussie and extra pet for me. Lots of love, and a barrel of hugs.

  6. Give yourself permission to rest and allow your body to heal in its own good time. You'll know when it's ready to get up and go again. Meanwhile, thanks for the update.