Season of Laugh, I Mean Life
I haven’t written much lately. Between sessions with my Physical Trainer to try to get strong enough to avoid surgery, pouting because it didn’t work, pre-op doctor appointments, more pouting, deliberations on whether I really wanted to go through with the surgery, and more pouting, I just didn’t have time left to write.
The surgery went fine, I guess. Don’t really remember anything but sharing the two jokes I know right before I went under. The anesthesiologist and nurse just groaned.
Since we got home, I wrote a very informative essay on the process. I am thinking I need to add my brilliant musings to all the other ‘operation aftermath’ diaries out there. Some of the stuff I wrote was never in any of the blogs I read beforehand. Probably wisely so. I think my writings are a little too graphic. I’ll post it later for anyone brave enough to read more.
However, I am hurting like crazy at the moment until my pill kicks in so this ranting is not medicinally induced. I will post my recategorizing of pain levels on another installment.
Until then, I just have to have a laugh or two. Even though no one really laughs or ever comes close to guffawing at my jokes, I’ll share some humorous musings about our last few days – funny to me anyway. My man servant, Ronald, is being a trooper but since neither of us has this figured, we are laughing with a lot of ‘oops’ and ‘let’s not do that again!’ mixed in with our trials.
I am wearing a master brace that Velcros around my waist, and a metal/plastic bar goes down into my side – to hold me together, I guess. When I take it off to shower and put it back on, I am very careful and remind myself to keep the ‘sisters’ out of the mix. Once I laughed as a friend told of helping getting her grandmother dressed and being careful of that very thing. A while back, a young lady fitting me for a bra asked me what size I wore. You should have seen her face when I said fifty-two long. Believe me folks, it’s no longer a laughing matter! (But really, it is!)
So the other main issue Ronald and I are having is taking me to the bathroom. I know there must be a proper technique to accomplish that gracefully, we just haven’t figured it out. In the meantime, we are doing the ‘Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb Tango’. He gets me from my chair to stand in front of the walker without me accidentally putting one of the legs onto his toes. I swirl not so gracefully on one socked foot, try to keep my balance, and plop onto the office chair he has scooted behind me. I lift the walker like I am aiming double barreled shotguns, and we race for the bathroom.
Once in front of the toilet, we try to place the walker at the right position and distance so he can swirl me around in the small space, help me stand, and maneuver my way onto the pot without us tilting over. At that point, he leaves me a moment so he can sit down a second or two to rest. At my beck and call, he comes running to help me push up onto the walker, do a reverse swirl, and back onto the chair. He then reverses the beginning move to get me back into the recliner. I lean back and gasp in exhaustion as he replaces the icepack onto my hip, makes sure my warm slipper (which I shucked to do my swirling) is back on my foot, my heating pad is across my legs, blankets are around my upper body, and a pillow is behind my neck.
Love me a good man servant! Bless his heart! You can tell from the picture, he is plum wore out!
Our days and nights are filled with excitement such as this – except for me beating him yesterday in Scrabble and today in WordSmithery. He wasn’t thrilled, but I was! I will admit my elbow accidentally knocked the Scrabble board just as he was going to make a killing word, and the WordSmithery cards he had to answer were much harder than mine were.
I was looking up the verse on laughter in the Bible and found an article by Rusty Wright. Be sure to look up and read his Memos from God, Proverbs 17:22 Laughter is Good Medicine – which proves my point exactly.
I need some good laughs! Feel free to share any jokes with me – though they do have to be pretty easy so I will understand them.
So there you have it – Proverbs 17:22 A merry heart does good like a medicine! And I could use a very large dose!
Blessings
Kara Beth
