Post-Surgery Days

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Friday, August 12 – Can I Just “be”?

I didn't think I'd get used to being a human 'being.' At least not this quickly. For so long, I've been lauded and rewarded for my human 'doing.' I'm an excellent do-er. Can I excel at being a be-er? It's been more than 3 weeks since my surgery and the days have passed quickly. I've been writing, pondering, napping, appreciating music, kitties and my gorgeous back yard. It's not as if I never sat here before, but I can't recall…

Wed, July 27 – A Week After Surgery

Piss! I don't know the time - just that it's pitch dark when I roll over in bed to my left ... and the damn plastic hose that connects my catheter tube to the collection bag pulls out.  F##k! It's not like I made a big puddle on our new carpet. Maybe a few drips. But still . . . this sucks! I want to cry and feel sorry for myself. I certainly am entitled - right? Instead I roll…

Tuesday, July 26 – Calling All Angels

4:11am and I'm awake. I'd napped yesterday - a couple of times, actually, so I am all slept up. And Brutus, my big, brawny black cat is awake and wanting attention. Scott dozes beside me. This is the first night I've slept upstairs. It had finally cooled off a bit, and I was confident that I would be comfortable in my real bed after three restful nights on the daybed in my downstairs studio. Scooping up the med bottles, my water…