soon

I can see why TV writers keep setting stories in hospitals (esp. ER) or n city police departments.  I am totally invisible as I watch and listen to what’s going on around me in the emergency room, not because I match the walls but because people in distress are totally focused on themselves and what is going on in their damaged bodies.  They’re invisible, too, so you are safe - I mean I - I am safe.

Also better. Soon.  I know I’m not all better because my lists are shorter than usual. Most lists, have you noticed, require some physical effort for follow-up. like walking or standing, pushing a vacuum or a Swiffer,  schlepping groceries or laundry, and I won’t go on because I don’t want to.  They all use my legs too much. 

My new list is hard onmy bad leg because it involves sitting with my legs down.  I must be elevated, in more ways than one.  One, raise the leg, two, raise the mind, three, raise the stakes.

Tomorrow.

oh dear

This may be brief. We all have good days and bad days. Yesterday. of course, was a high, with a lovely family celebration. We celebrated my 85 years by canvassing the group to cite a highlight in each of the decades they had so far lived. There were only six of us so it wasn’t too drawn-out but it was very interesting and I think we all learned something about each other even though we are all so closely related. And we were well lubricated by champagne, hence quite eloquent.

Now I’ve had a setback with my leg. The wound is not healing well and I have to go back to hospital for treatment, followed possibly by some home care. I guess the good news is that it will force me to sit still and get at my writing again (though it hurts to sit with the leg down instead of elevated. Have to think about that).

Win some, lose some. (but not the leg, I trust)

Have a nice day.