Ready to Roll
By the time you read this, I shall have been sliced, diced, and reassembled, hopefully without complication (Surgery, Tuesday, AM). Jer may or may not have time to add to this blog, but I’m doing it Monday night, thinking that blogging while still groggy with meds might result in infelicities that I could regret.
So, it’s Monday night (although this post won’t show up until Wednesday) and I’m ready to roll.
I have a bed. The all-purpose room, formerly a formal living room, and then a textile studio and occasional gathering place for friends, is to be my bedroom for a while. Our Portland four-square, with its 15 steps and two landing to get upstairs makes being downstairs the only option. Happily enough, the CD player, computer, art station, and bed are all in the same area, with lots of space to spare.
Not elegant but very convenient.
We’ve made arrangements to use Jan’s car, which has four doors and a big back seat that I can fall into, hopefully without violating the first rule of the recovery period, which is no bending at the waist more than 90 degrees forward. While we love our little red Honda, and while it holds all the art supplies needed for a honking big panorama painted in Nevada, alas, it has deeply indented bucket seats that, even pushed way back, still put your knees up to your chest. So Jan’s 1980’s car, with more than 200,000 miles on it, will be far better suited to this particular task.
Finally, friend Janet Lunde, who has an enormous library, and who is indexing it on a website, volunteered to lend me any number of books. I could choose them from her index, which she provided a link to. Oh, my, book lust almost overwhelmed me. So I narrowed the search to fiction/mysteries, and then added a few that she recommended and found a few in other categories, and resisted another 12o0 or so, and the books, in a good Portland tote bag, were personally delivered to our door.
So tally ho. I’ll try to persuade Jer to do an addendum to this about my “condition” (“groggy,” “silly,” “whiny,” “sleepy,” “hungry,” “mad as hell.”) But don’t count on it; he might be a bit busy. With any luck, I’ll add another chapter on Friday, perhaps in one of the above moods. –June
Addendum: New hip installed, no complications thus far. Patient’s condition is heroic. — Jer