Welcome to the last day of the third month of 2011!
It’s been 172 days since I walked into the Emergency Room on October 11, 2010 hoping to be out in time to still take my parents to Cape May for the day. Since that day I’ve had two major surgeries, spent 13 days in the hospital and 5 days at a rehabilitation facility. In the days and months since I’ve been released from the hospital and rehab I’ve had appointments with my plastic surgeon, my neurosurgeon, my primary care physician, two oncologists and been admitted to the hospital for a 3rd minor surgery (skin graft). There have been multiple CAT scans, 1 MRI and several blood tests.
I could see the tall building with the clock from my Critical Care ICU Room
I told the nurse at Dr. Matthews’ office yesterday that I’d grown weary of this whole process and she gave me a little pep talk. It’s amazing how a few kind words from the right person can mean.
Last night as I was reading blogs and Twitter it was as it the universe decided to throw rocks at my window to get my attention. First I read Anissa Mayhew’s blog. She was talking about doing for herself and not letting others do for her simply because they can. Then a few minutes later as I was reading Twitter I saw a Tweet from the fictional President Bartlett. It said, “You don’t do something because it is the right thing to do and then give up when it turns out to be a difficult task.” Um, wow! Has somebody been reading over my shoulder? *looks around*
A lot of my (okay, all of) my recent posts have been me whining, bitching and complaining; me feeling sorry for myself. Dear Universe, I hear you. I promise I’ll make a better effort to use my time more wisely and be more productive and more positive.
~ Carol Anne