Happy Birthday To Me
Two score and 17 years ago, etc etc. About a week ago I finally underwent a surgical procedure (a lumbar laminectomy) that will hopefully make it eventually possible for me to walk without the assistance of a walker or cane; in the meantime I'm stuck at home, forbidden to drive anywhere for the two weeks after being made to feel the steel. Luckily I'm in no danger of starvation, as that was taken care in the interval leading up to and (with the help of some relatives from out of town) afterwards. So far the main change I notice is that I can get my right foot into its fuzzy slipper without having to pull said slipper onto my foot by hand, i.e., the toes on my right foot are starting to come back to life again, so...
This operation-induced constipation is no joke, though. I almost have some idea of what it's like to give birth, except I don't have to care for the thing afterwards for years and years.
This isn't how I expected to be spending my time, but then I never had any real idea of what my life would be like. Every event is thus something sweet and strange, except when it isn't.
In the big run-up to the operation I wound up buying a stack of the most various sorts of books, which I subsequently read or anyhow glanced through. I may list them here, with comments, or maybe not. We shall see.
This operation-induced constipation is no joke, though. I almost have some idea of what it's like to give birth, except I don't have to care for the thing afterwards for years and years.
This isn't how I expected to be spending my time, but then I never had any real idea of what my life would be like. Every event is thus something sweet and strange, except when it isn't.
In the big run-up to the operation I wound up buying a stack of the most various sorts of books, which I subsequently read or anyhow glanced through. I may list them here, with comments, or maybe not. We shall see.