Hi, stopped by yesterday and read a lot. Got to your blog through a link on Skullbolt. I feel your back pain. It's a tough thing to deal with. I fell in my bathroom two years ago, ruptured my L5-S1 disc and lost nerve function down my left leg to my last two toes. Chiropractic really helped relieve the pain, though. The MRI showed the disc fragments wrapped around the nerve root, so I had surgery, but I wasn't in pain because of the chiropractic adjustments. Surgery sure sent me for a loop, though. A real frustrating time, for sure. I wish you all the best in recovering from such pain! --Robin
When our 3-year-old daughter became desperately ill in Cuba (1994), we found ourselves in a 10' x 10' hospital room for 5 days as she recovered.
One of us slept with her, the other on a cot beside, turn and turn about each night.
Our recollections of the place are like those of being in a monastic cell, a place both screamingly in the world (as defined by her illness, a massive allergic reaction), and separate from it. Bashing off and leading a "normal" life was out of the question.
Your photo suite reminds me a lot of that experience. Add a cheap tv set with The Brady Bunch reruns on it, and nix the penguin and you've got something like the world we inhabited for those days.
See, this is why my story is not tragedy, but merest annoyance, possilby even farce. Yours is a nighmare. To have a desperately ill child, far from home, in a small room.
(George is an old friend. Other friends once came to our place, and after several hours noticed him. He is named after George Smiley, for being easily missed. He may also be a spy.)
Zhoen, so sorry to learn of this painful episode you're in the midst of. You're amazing, to be able to work through the pain and end up with such exquisite descriptive writing. Sending healing thoughts your way. Be well.
BTW, is that penguin full of hot air? He reminds me of Zephyr the Zebra, my old swimming pool buddy...
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. . . um . . . just so you know - there's a big ass penguin in your room . . . and he looks hungry
Oh, gosh! I hadn't noticed him! How did a 4" Emperor Penquin get there? I hope he likes chicken.
I think I'll call him George.
Hi, stopped by yesterday and read a lot. Got to your blog through a link on Skullbolt. I feel your back pain. It's a tough thing to deal with. I fell in my bathroom two years ago, ruptured my L5-S1 disc and lost nerve function down my left leg to my last two toes. Chiropractic really helped relieve the pain, though. The MRI showed the disc fragments wrapped around the nerve root, so I had surgery, but I wasn't in pain because of the chiropractic adjustments. Surgery sure sent me for a loop, though. A real frustrating time, for sure. I wish you all the best in recovering from such pain! --Robin
Oh, Zhoen! Just back from vacation, and I find you laid up!
Careful hugs --
xoxo
What with global warming, the ANTARCTIC "BIG ASS" PENGUIN has been seen taking up residence in metropolitan Massachusetts apartment complexes.
VIVE la survival instinct!
When our 3-year-old daughter became desperately ill in Cuba (1994), we found ourselves in a 10' x 10' hospital room for 5 days as she recovered.
One of us slept with her, the other on a cot beside, turn and turn about each night.
Our recollections of the place are like those of being in a monastic cell, a place both screamingly in the world (as defined by her illness, a massive allergic reaction), and separate from it. Bashing off and leading a "normal" life was out of the question.
Your photo suite reminds me a lot of that experience. Add a cheap tv set with The Brady Bunch reruns on it, and nix the penguin and you've got something like the world we inhabited for those days.
May your recovery be smooth.
PMP,
See, this is why my story is not tragedy, but merest annoyance, possilby even farce. Yours is a nighmare. To have a desperately ill child, far from home, in a small room.
Hope you and the penquin get along and are having soem interesting conversations!
Be well soon.
(George is an old friend. Other friends once came to our place, and after several hours noticed him. He is named after George Smiley, for being easily missed. He may also be a spy.)
We were helped, abundantly, in that time, though yes, it was a nightmare. But it was also, in a weird unexplainable way, a gift.
I want that penguin when you're finished with him. Sweet recovery days, zhoen, you can get a lot of reading and writing done.
XXX
Zhoen, so sorry to learn of this painful episode you're in the midst of. You're amazing, to be able to work through the pain and end up with such exquisite descriptive writing. Sending healing thoughts your way. Be well.
BTW, is that penguin full of hot air? He reminds me of Zephyr the Zebra, my old swimming pool buddy...
Love the penguin. I think Natalie's trying to start a zoo.
Hope things are improving.
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