Taking Time

Time in Tiny Pieces

When recovering from major surgery* (again, my friends), there's a reason we are all called patients. For it takes great patience to await:
  • freedom from pain
  • ease of lateral movement
  • resumption of vertical stance
and, in my case,
  • ability to transport myself from one place to another.
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I'm referring here to indoor movements. Getting from my bed to the loo was the first stage...and on it all went, painstakingly, until now, when I am still unable to walk unaided. Short distances with my walking stick and someone alongside are also allowed/doable.

Independence, or a state faintly resembling reliance on myself alone, is only achieved with either a Zimmer frame or another walking aid that is not unlike a tea trolley. Jolly useful the latter is too; I can even bring my laptop to the lounge from the office (and back again when power is required).

Thus, not only am I now:
  • reading
  • crocheting
  • watching some television
  • looking out to my garden, tantalisingly near yet so far from my presence until the physiotherapist brings the new super-duper outdoor Zimmer frame with wheels and brakes
but here I am
  • writing again

*this time it was a kidney removal, a legacy of previous urological surgery that has gone slightly awry. My recovery has been hindered by an exacerbation of Multiple Sclerosis.

Achievement by Grace, not Planning

I am, by nature, a To Do list maker. At present, I'd render myself incapable if I wrote any kind of list other than the supermarket online order. That one's essential, and a joy too, if it means my husband not schlepping around the supermarket, but here to receive the goods and share the putting away thereof.

There is, I'm discovering, peace is to be found in:

Taking Everything One Day at a Time

Each day begins with the feeling that only part of it needs filling. Routine tasks such as bathing, dressing, medical requirements, sleeping and exercise (with the tea trolley or reclined on the bed), take up swathes of time. Upon returning to bed at night, I'm thrilled to look back at some crochet rounds, admin or a story drafted (mine) or read (someone else's).

Right now, I know tomorrow will bring the pressing need to write a book review for an author I know. But the world will not collapse if I don't write it for another day; my friend has waited so long now, she won't mind a day or two more.

In the scheme of things:

Persistent Patience Pays - Period