#316: pressed, squashed
I was tagged. By Jodi, Teena, and Steffen. This was the fifth image in the fifth folder of my photos folder. If the pictures suck, I throw them away, which explains why this doesn't suck too bad.
I had my pre-surgery appointment on Monday. I learned I will need 24/7 care for two weeks. That is, if I drop the special soap in the shower, someone must be here to hand it to me. I can't bend, twist, lift, or carry. I must walk, stand, or recline. I have to wipe with toilet paper attached to tongs. I may not passenge for two weeks or drive for at least four. By the second week, I must be walking seven minutes a day. Whoa.
I asked, in my pathetic voice, "If someone puts a guitar in my lap, can I play it?" And the nurse said I may, but she doesn't know if I can. Others have. Others have tried and been unsuccessful, getting back spasms from lifting their arms over the instrument to strum.
WAH!
I have high cholesterol, I am anemic, and I have a vitamin D deficiency. I am overweight. I am depressed and anxious. I am not the picture of good health. So of course I'm worried.
I guess this pressed flower represents me in some way. There's evidence of my former glory, but so much delight has been squashed out of me.
Oh. And I am so very blue.
#316: pressed, squashed
I was tagged. By Jodi, Teena, and Steffen. This was the fifth image in the fifth folder of my photos folder. If the pictures suck, I throw them away, which explains why this doesn't suck too bad.
I had my pre-surgery appointment on Monday. I learned I will need 24/7 care for two weeks. That is, if I drop the special soap in the shower, someone must be here to hand it to me. I can't bend, twist, lift, or carry. I must walk, stand, or recline. I have to wipe with toilet paper attached to tongs. I may not passenge for two weeks or drive for at least four. By the second week, I must be walking seven minutes a day. Whoa.
I asked, in my pathetic voice, "If someone puts a guitar in my lap, can I play it?" And the nurse said I may, but she doesn't know if I can. Others have. Others have tried and been unsuccessful, getting back spasms from lifting their arms over the instrument to strum.
WAH!
I have high cholesterol, I am anemic, and I have a vitamin D deficiency. I am overweight. I am depressed and anxious. I am not the picture of good health. So of course I'm worried.
I guess this pressed flower represents me in some way. There's evidence of my former glory, but so much delight has been squashed out of me.
Oh. And I am so very blue.