Two days after my surgery my friend sent me a text, after flowers and funny notes, which said simply this, “Prepare to be depressed.” It was around eight in the morning and already 90 degrees out. The heat was etching light through the windows. The air was gravid and still. I was moving as if I were a Vickie-and-a-half, moseying around wondering why everything was so quiet; and when my hyper, flitting, methods would return, or if I wanted them to.
There is a certain weightiness to recovery. An anchoring sensation that makes me feel at harbor in my body. I don’t know how else to describe it, I doesn’t feel like depression, it feels placid.
This post officially qualifies as intense navel gazing—something which my older siblings would heartily discourage—although my navel is now purple, and secured with superglue.
Do you remember a phrase from your childhood, something about being held together with chewing gum and rubber bands? That’s a little like what post-op feels like once all the meds have worn off.
Interesting that the WordPress elves chose “Christmas” for the Related links 🙂 maybe something about packages tied up with string?
Seriously! That is some strange algorithm…maybe it was the closest thing I’d written about to cyanoacrylate (ting, ting, a ling!) , it does have kind of a merry ring to it 😉 .
Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!
And don’t push yourself!
Wise words, and I take them to heart. Tomorrow it will be quiet around here. Promise.
Even surgery cannot conquer the gravitational pull of weblogging! Heal, Ms Vickie, you will soon feel securely put together again – now – for your own good – GET AWAY FROM THE DAMN COMPUTER! 😉
Mr. Kaplan, I am taking it easy and putting up old post, and where would we be without gravity? 😉
Oh sweetie… all floaty…stop sniffing the glue!! Damn it! Oh did you know you can use it on a split fingernail too? Love you.
The glue is starting to peel! And my factory installed paint job is in need of a touch-up! xox, V
Honey in an emergency such as this you need to slap on some Elizabeth Arden Victory Red Lipstick and nail polish!! I promise it will perk you right up.
Chewing gum and rubber bands is about right. 🙁
I could do with a little more elasticity right now, but am feeling a million times better than pre-op! Once again I am so grateful for amazing medical care.
We are grateful, too, for you. 🙂
We always said “spit and baling wire” – basically the same thing. That photo, for some reason, reminds me of the scene in “Rosemary’s Baby” where she’s redecorating the apartment. One of my favorite movies. Take good care of yourself, listen to your body, don’t do too much too soon.
I was imagining Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz, minus a bit of stuffing… Hey! I better see “Rosemary’s Baby” because I think you just called my living room demonic 😉 ! Huge hugs and thank you, Ms. M.
Oh, no! It wasn’t HER living room that was evil… it was the next door apartment – but I won’t say any more, if you’ve not seen the movie yet!
Best wishes on your recovery–don’t try to do too much too soon!
Hope! I haven’t seen you in ages. Thank you! I am going to head over to your site now and catch up on the Canyon. xox, V