One week ago right now, I lay captive in my hospital bed, furious at my surgeon for calling off my surgery but not telling me.
A week later, I am fairly ambulatory, but still with little appetite. I have a new addition to my right tibia, and a permanent one at that, but the swelling and bruising isn’t gone away. I am trying to rest, but having a hard time sleeping.
After spending the weekend at home, I returned to work yesterday and today. Five or six hours a day was enough, and I’m not going in on Thursday. (With only one lesson to teach, the day was light and everything else could be postponed or done by computer from home.) And I need to re-charge prior to two days of auditions on Friday and Saturday.
I’ve taken the last few days to hire D to do some tasks and chores here at home. The back porch is totally re-arranged, and the exposed pantry shelves much tidier. D is painting my bedroom a new color, continuing the freshening of the house that started a year ago.
Several colleagues have made food and brought me meals, for which I am profoundly grateful. Mother Amy from the Cathedral stopped by with communion and unction. Samson has been attentive and helpful.
Much of my time this past week has been spent in silence. I turned on the TV in the hospital room only at night to watch a bit of basketball; that’s what I’ve done here at home too. I’ve not listened to much music at all.
Naps have been plentiful. Healing is tiring. Pain brings on unexpected emotion. Weariness can easily overwhelm.
Dr. P mentioned this morning that I’m being a ‘trouper.’ Well . . . I don’t know what else to be! I can be angry at my infirmity, or embrace it as an opportunity to smile and be gracious and slow down a bit, for a spell at least. I can be self-depracating, or grumpy. As usual, I choose humor and valor. Wallowing in pity isn’t my usual style (although in my dark moments . . .).
The timing for this accident was just right, if it had to happen at all. We are at a more flexible point in the semester, with fewer must-do meetings right now, and of course I’ve been trying to work ahead as much as possible.
Good news today: my first full-scale shower, without wrapping my leg in plastic, since last Tuesday morning. The incisions from surgery are healing quite well; the swelling in my leg is irksome though.
So I return to school in 36 hours. Tonight and tomorrow are going to be sofa time as I prep lectures, pay bills, work through several folders of administrative items, and attempt to organize the next eight weeks.
A final happy: the Global Marketing & Communications staff altered slightly a billboard concept from our ad agency, and brought me a mock-up of a new highway billoard. They each included a signed message on the reverse, but the obverse is too funny not to post here: