Well, y'all, I am completely, utterly, and frustratingly *quanked. Just about the time I think everything's coming up roses, things are finally getting back to normal (whatever that is), and I'm feeling pretty good for someone of my advanced life stage, BAM, once again I'm thrown for a loop. Shouldn't I know by now that nothing stays the same? I guess I should but hope springs eternal. I say to myself, 'This too shall pass.'
I was sailing along smooth waters ahead and thinking things were finally going my way for the first time in more than four years and it would stay this way indefinitely. I should have known better.
I thought with age comes wisdom. I think the new adage should be 'With age comes the realization that we don't know nearly as much as we thought we did,' but I guess that'd be way too long. And don't tell my grandkids. They think I know everything.
As I was saying, things started out pretty well as the last of winter clung desperately to our little slice of heaven.
My health was looking up, my energy wasn't nearly as low as it can be and I was almost keeping up with the grandsons as long as we stuck to games played indoors, while sitting down with snacks nearby and the television running in the background keeping the non-players occupied.
I started having a little issue from a previous surgery. The two places my surgeon poked me to perform his task started leaking. That's a weird sensation. I didn't know internal stitches could turn ugly like that. Especially nine-monthold ones. As he explained it, they didn't dissolve. So back to his office I went where he deadened the spots and yanked out the offending culprits. The nurse packed the wounds and sent me on my merry (Ha!) way.
Little did I know this was just the beginning. The wounds must have a special type of tape shoved in so they'll heal from the inside out. Sounds great until it's done. One of the wounds is very painful to the touch and my doctor didn't think it prudent to give me another deadening shot each time I got it packed so I've learned to grit my teeth. I have no idea, as I enter week three, how long this wonderful adventure will last but at least I have home health nurses coming to me for treatment. Oh well, tomorrow's another day.
*Quanked: Overpowered by fatigue.