I am very ashamed at what I am about to do here.........I am about to commit plagary against myself..........
When I gallumphed into the dining room this morning on my walker and beat some life into the laptop I was inspired to write a few email lines to some of my dearest friends to reassure them that they had a chance of getting me back. Having done that I decided that I owed my dear blog followers at least as much consideration......only trouble is that the rest of the morning will be taken up with PT exercises, correcting the seasoning in a batch of hummous I made yesterday ( I only forgot the most important thing.....the dash of cumin that makes it all magical) and the downing of another dozen or so of the endless meds which are marked "am", so I decided to really cheat and simply post a copy of the reassuring letter I sent off.
Since all of you are filled with loving kindness I am hoping you will forgive my laziness.........don't forget....I HAVE been sick.............also there is that other old chestnut I can pull out here........you know that I mean well.......(ugh, I am really scraping the bottom of the barrel here, ain't I?)
Luv ya' all.......and thank you all again for your good thoughts.
Here goes....plagarizing myself.
I just got up and am in the dining room wrapped in my Snuggie (which is the perfect garment for invalids in wheelchairs I have discovered.....waiting the required hour after my first pill of the day. I am sore from my physical therapy session yesterday but it is helping a lot and I am hopeful that I will be walking someday without walker or cane even. Wasn't sure I ever would for a while there.
By the way....if you can tell me where the italics cme from I will give you a medal.......there must be some key I hit by accident which brings them out.........no biggie....I can live with italics............nothing compared to being unable to breathe.
My hearing and vision have both suffered from this trauma abut I am grateful that my eye seems to be seeing better now that my fever is gone. I was really frightened when I tried to read a book the other day and failed miserably.......seems to be getting better now though I am still cupping my ear and saying "Ey????? What did you say?" I will probably have to try hearing aids again when this is over but right now I can simply demand that people speak up and stop mumbling.....the power of being an invalid. I may look on ebay for an ear trumpet.........I think that would fit my image perfectly.
Okay........it is an hour since I took the pill.......(one of about 20, incidentally.......no wonder I am not sure who the hell I am)......so I am going to have my bran flakes and yogurt. Will write more later.
This is my first attempt at a real letter ....not the greatest but better than moans and whines, I guess.
The New Yorker covers: February 10, 1968
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