Humbled by surgery
So, as if I needed humbling, the surgery went well on Friday, and Saturday and Sunday were days of pain and laying around. Sure I was using Vicoden, but it has its side affects too. Let's just say that I got my fill of rented-movie viewing in over the last two days.
Now, it's Monday, and I've turned the corner on pain - it is bearable and I can actually cconceive of drawing and painting again. For the last 2.5 days, there was way too much discomfort to think of much besides my own body. Things like walking, talking, and (sorry) going to the bathroom were paramount on my mind, and each one was a big accomplshment, heroic when done without whining.
Today, I was hopeful of actually taking a field trip with Pam and two wonderful people from out of town whom I would love to know better. Good sense, however, and a dose of abdominal pain told me otherwise, and I made the reluctant decsision to stay here and do more laying around. I had to ask myself if I were in their shoes, would I want a person in obvious pain to be around me, and the answer was "negatory". So, another day of hanging out it will be.
If I am up to it, there are some gifts for people I would love to do. The difference between making an art gift and an art job is huge: for one thing, no one complains if the style is not precisely what they were anticipating. For another, I have nothing to fear, so I can have more fun, take some chances. I have no idea, though, if I'll have the strength to work today.
Humbled I am, then, by the limitations that the body puts on us. I guess those health insurance companies know what they're doing when they raise the rates of those who begin to age past 50. I've lost my main leverage in my argument with them: that, I've never been ill or needed hospitalization. Now, Blue Shield can laugh at me, go "so, there" and hike up my rate some more. Heck, they would have done it anyway.
Now, it's Monday, and I've turned the corner on pain - it is bearable and I can actually cconceive of drawing and painting again. For the last 2.5 days, there was way too much discomfort to think of much besides my own body. Things like walking, talking, and (sorry) going to the bathroom were paramount on my mind, and each one was a big accomplshment, heroic when done without whining.
Today, I was hopeful of actually taking a field trip with Pam and two wonderful people from out of town whom I would love to know better. Good sense, however, and a dose of abdominal pain told me otherwise, and I made the reluctant decsision to stay here and do more laying around. I had to ask myself if I were in their shoes, would I want a person in obvious pain to be around me, and the answer was "negatory". So, another day of hanging out it will be.
If I am up to it, there are some gifts for people I would love to do. The difference between making an art gift and an art job is huge: for one thing, no one complains if the style is not precisely what they were anticipating. For another, I have nothing to fear, so I can have more fun, take some chances. I have no idea, though, if I'll have the strength to work today.
Humbled I am, then, by the limitations that the body puts on us. I guess those health insurance companies know what they're doing when they raise the rates of those who begin to age past 50. I've lost my main leverage in my argument with them: that, I've never been ill or needed hospitalization. Now, Blue Shield can laugh at me, go "so, there" and hike up my rate some more. Heck, they would have done it anyway.
posted by Rich Sigberman at
9:35 AM
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