I have continued this week to take it easy, as it were, and reduce my office hours, do little at home in the evening, and try to stay in bed for ten hours a night. I have relied on others for help with housework and with meals.
And on Wednesday this week, the ortho doctor noted ‘remarkable’ recovery in the short two weeks since i broke my tibia. My stitches are out. Now the real task of returning to full health truly starts.
I have no physical therapy for now, other than what I am already doing. I do have some meds to help me sleep at night, since sleep has been elusive, and that’s led to frustration and tiredness.
The long road to full recovery is, at this point, a smooth one.
Here’s a shot of my leg as x-rayed this week, with the rod and screws clearly visible, along with the nasty spiral fracture at the lower end:
Thank you to my once-and-always student Jeff A for putting me onto this incredible mash-up of Benedict Cumberbatch reading aloud John Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale” and the Adagietto from Mahler’s 5th Symphony. This is joy enough for a lifetime, right here.
Just before my noon class on Monday, Jean the Magnificent and my colleague from the Community Music School, Leigh Anne Huckaby, appeared outside of my office door.
They had a present for me.
As it turns out, Leigh Anne is a quilter. Over the last two weeks, all behind my back and in my absence from the office, Leigh Anne supplied homemade quilt squares for faculty and staff colleagues and students, who then wrote get-well messages in various states of sobriety and hilarity.
Over the weekend, Leigh Anne put all of this together in a big old quilt. So much effort and time went into this little project.
I was delighted, moved, elated, humbled, and of course incredibly pleased by the gesture. I don’t know that I have ever received something so personal, so filled with love and affection, and so perfect for the occasion. How these folks knew that I curl up every night under a blanket, Samson at my side, is a delightful mystery.
As I write on Monday evening, Sam now has his own blanket, and I am bundled underneath mine, reading again the happy wishes of speedy recovery and a quick return to full health.
With wishes like these, and with students and colleagues like this, that recovery is hastened and so much easier.
What a wonderful life this is . . . .
Here are shots of a few of the many panels:
Monday morning. We are on a late start today, thanks to the ice that arrived yesterday. School opens at 10 a.m., but I expect to be at my office prior to that time. One does have lesson plans to write, you know!
This will be my first full week since the broken leg occurred. I missed three days of class that week, and two last week. Fortunately for me if not for others, my computer was at the hospital and at home with me, so email communication continued.
I’m feeling SO much better today and yesterday. And I’m ready for these stitches to be out so I can get on with the work of regaining strength and stability.
Just in case you need something to celebrate this month….
While the bedroom is not quite finished yet, and all the stuff is not back on the walls, here’s the panorama from the north side of the room. This room was, until this week, a harvest gold just like Tupperware from the 1970s.
I woke up this morning to the new colors and thought to myself ‘God bless Dolph.’ He put in plenty of hours, and the room shows his perfectionism.
Meanwhile, most of the snow has missed us, but we have plenty of ice outdoors:
Saturday morning. I should be at auditions at school this morning, but three six-hour days this week, days when my surgeon did not want me at work at all, have exhausted and leveled me. I am in my chair with my leg up, my beloved Samson snuggled by my side.
D is working again today on my bedroom, hoping to finish the painting today. He asked me how I’m doing.
Truth be told, the novelty of my hobbled state has worn off. I am just weary. My magnanimity in the face of mild adversity is quickly disappearing. I am tired of needing others to do for me, but grateful for so many who have stepped up and are stepping up to do. The incisions have healed very well; I want the stitches out. I am desperate for a full and good night’s sleep. I wish I weren’t so tired.
And there’s the self-pity, exposed for all to read.
Meanwhile, I am delighted that Hannah has set up such a lovely Webster booth at KMEA, and Samson — neurotic little poop that he is — has been by my side constantly as I’ve been at home this past week. I adore him.
Last evening L brought over pizza and a bottle of wine. I drank just a few ounces of the vino, but ate two pieces of the pizza. And good conversation ensued all around.
Now for another short nap.
As I was finishing items today for the Lee’s Summit High School Hall of Fame induction in six weeks’ time, I found myself needing a few more high school photos. Here are two from 35+ years ago: