It's 3:00am. My faithful little dog is snoring away while I try to type with one hand. I had hand surgery today. I wish I could brag that it was due to an injury from some cool sport like snowboarding or parasailing. But no. My favorite ortho doctor removed an arthritic bone and replaced it with this disgusting looking spring thingy. He assured me, discreetly, that it's just one bone and that my body is not riddled with arthritis. Okay, doc. I get it. Whatever helps me sleep at night.
The worst part, however, was not the surgery. It was asking for a ride to and from the surgery center. I'm not sure that there is anything greater that hurts a single girl's pride than to have to ask for a ride to the doctor's office, or the mechanic, or to lift a heavy piece of furniture. It probably is silly, but there it is - in black and white, for all to see. It's that feeling of imposing, and a reminder that there is no such thing as 24/7 self sufficiency. That's a frustrating blow to the ego. We are so not used to being cared for. I will say, though, that reading those email offers of help changes my outlook.
So off I go, pain killer in hand, ready to try to give sleep another whirl. The dog needs one of those nose things to keep the snoring down, but other than that, catching up on my Facebook feed should do the trick.
About Me
- Jayne O.
- Franklin, TN, United States
- Me? I'm nobody. Except to my weiner dog who thinks the only reason others exist is to be barked at. I'm just a girl of a certain age writing from the perspective of middle life on those matters that refuse to resolve themselves. It's my most sincere hope that these ramblings will bring a sense of connection and yes, even comfort to those who believe that no one else could possibly be feeling this way or that way, and how did I get from there to here? We are not alone. We may have issues, but we are not alone.
