Pain and contemplation
I've learned to live with pain. Real physical pain. I've almost gotten used to it. How weird is that? That's just freakin' weird.
I 'lost' my job in June of last year - I fell and hurt my knee. I went in to be treated and it was discoverd that I was pregnant with my 3rd child. Mixed emotions there. We certainly want a bunch of babies but - ugh - bad timing. Well, I was put on workers comp and we waited until March 1st when my lovely, plump Sona Margaret was born.
I went on birth control pills two weeks after her birth and was scheduled for surgery on my knee. Much anticipation!
Now, my knee is a bit dodgy. Something in there is torn/stretched or otherwise buggered up and it will give out suddenly. I've fallen and hurt myself badly 3 times since the original accident because of this. A few weeks before the surgery I fell down the steps, sprained my left ankle, and scraped all the skin off my right knee, and got a few good, deep gashes to boot. My doctor took one look at it and cancelled the surgery. Can't operate with that open wound.
Weeks pass, knee heals, surgery is rescheduled.
Fast forward to: Day of surgery. The phone rings early in the a.m. and I'm informed that instead of a morning surgery I'm pushed back to late afternoon. No problem. Then - as we are walking out the door - *ring*ring*. Doctor had an emergency and my surgery is cancelled.
Aaaargh!
Weeks pass. On Friday the 13th (I'm not kidding) in August some ... woman ... pulls out in front of me and totals my car. (How can you NOT see a 16-foot-long, bright white, '79 Chevrolet stationwagon for f*ck's sake??)
After a NIGHTMARE in the Newberry Hospital ER (my new motto is: "I'd rather die in the ambulance going to Baptist Hospital than be taken to Newberry!") , I end up going to my orthopoedist for a neck/shoulder pain from the accident. While preparing to do x-rays we make a discovery (as if my life couldn't possibly get more exciting) : I'm pregnant ... again.
Wait a danged minute! I'm on birth control! I'm breastfeeding! I've been waiting SIX MONTHS for this knee surgery!
Did I say "Aaaaaghh!"?
So now I've settled into a pain-hazed routine. I have to remember that I can't can't drive any appreciable distance; my knee gets agonizing after the flexy-up-and-downy motion of the accelerator. I have to hang up clothes with my left hand. I have to be careful and slow picking up the children or getting down on the floor.
But I'm getting on OK. It's amazing what you can put up with if you have to. There are women out there who are really disabled or very ill and who still raise their kids and tend their house. I'm incredibly lucky to have a fine husband and my wonderful children. What's a little pain?
What was it that Julianne Moore's character said in 'The Hours'?
"It's what you can bear."
And that pretty much says it all.
I 'lost' my job in June of last year - I fell and hurt my knee. I went in to be treated and it was discoverd that I was pregnant with my 3rd child. Mixed emotions there. We certainly want a bunch of babies but - ugh - bad timing. Well, I was put on workers comp and we waited until March 1st when my lovely, plump Sona Margaret was born.
I went on birth control pills two weeks after her birth and was scheduled for surgery on my knee. Much anticipation!
Now, my knee is a bit dodgy. Something in there is torn/stretched or otherwise buggered up and it will give out suddenly. I've fallen and hurt myself badly 3 times since the original accident because of this. A few weeks before the surgery I fell down the steps, sprained my left ankle, and scraped all the skin off my right knee, and got a few good, deep gashes to boot. My doctor took one look at it and cancelled the surgery. Can't operate with that open wound.
Weeks pass, knee heals, surgery is rescheduled.
Fast forward to: Day of surgery. The phone rings early in the a.m. and I'm informed that instead of a morning surgery I'm pushed back to late afternoon. No problem. Then - as we are walking out the door - *ring*ring*. Doctor had an emergency and my surgery is cancelled.
Aaaargh!
Weeks pass. On Friday the 13th (I'm not kidding) in August some ... woman ... pulls out in front of me and totals my car. (How can you NOT see a 16-foot-long, bright white, '79 Chevrolet stationwagon for f*ck's sake??)
After a NIGHTMARE in the Newberry Hospital ER (my new motto is: "I'd rather die in the ambulance going to Baptist Hospital than be taken to Newberry!") , I end up going to my orthopoedist for a neck/shoulder pain from the accident. While preparing to do x-rays we make a discovery (as if my life couldn't possibly get more exciting) : I'm pregnant ... again.
Wait a danged minute! I'm on birth control! I'm breastfeeding! I've been waiting SIX MONTHS for this knee surgery!
Did I say "Aaaaaghh!"?
So now I've settled into a pain-hazed routine. I have to remember that I can't can't drive any appreciable distance; my knee gets agonizing after the flexy-up-and-downy motion of the accelerator. I have to hang up clothes with my left hand. I have to be careful and slow picking up the children or getting down on the floor.
But I'm getting on OK. It's amazing what you can put up with if you have to. There are women out there who are really disabled or very ill and who still raise their kids and tend their house. I'm incredibly lucky to have a fine husband and my wonderful children. What's a little pain?
What was it that Julianne Moore's character said in 'The Hours'?
"It's what you can bear."
And that pretty much says it all.
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