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The Last Few Days

Monday 11 May 2015 | general

I made it through forty-two years or so before the integrity of the bag of skin and muscle that holds everything else in place was compromised. Intentionally compromised, to be sure. Systematically compromised. But compromised nonetheless: a small incision just below the navel, just wide enough to slide in a cable and a few instruments, but wide enough to lay you out for a week. A week of realizing anew all the various activities that require the now-incapacitated abdominal muscles. A week of wondering when things will return to normal, thinking that perhaps they won’t, knowing of course that they will. A week of feeling silly for being so thoroughly knocked off one’s feet by a procedure so relatively-minor.

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And in that time, everything else goes on as normal. The Boy discovers new things, the Girl goes to school, our youngest cat transforms into a full-blooded hunter.

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Of course one thing that does change: the interest in a silly online scrapbook. But with the return of mobility and the disappearance of pain, perhaps that will return as well.

2 Comments

  1. nina

    I hope so. It’s not silly. I for one have missed it. The strangeness of the enterprise is that you get to know someone a little through the scrapbook and then they may well disappear. Sometimes for no reason, but oftentimes, you suspect something is wrong. I always hope that the few blog authors I follow will let me know that everything’s okay if and when they do retreat. But, those expectations are, I know, unfair. The blogging person must do what’s best for them. In the meantime, the reader waits. And worries.
    So, super happy all is reasonably on track for the Tracksuits!
    Pozdrowienia!

  2. G

    Thank you for the kind words.