I hadn’t planned on staying from away from my blog for so long. I though a short hiatus was needed, but the longer I stayed away, the harder it was to come back. I guess you could say I had writer’s block of epic proportions. It’s not like I didn’t have the material, just not sure how far I wanted to expose my vulnerability.
This was supposed to be a great summer as a time to get back into the swing of things. Chemo and radiation were behind me. I finally grew my hair back, with an added bonus of some curl. I was on a steady diet of yoga, meditation and lots and lots of greens. I had even eliminated my sugar addiction by eating lots of fresh fruit. Of course, just when you think things are going your way, the universe decides to use you as its personal piñata.
I was getting stronger and actually diluting the pool of melancholy that is so much a part of my DNA, when all of a sudden I tripped over a shoe and broke my toe. I learned that there is nothing you can do for a broken toe except tape it, and I stoically went about my life with a small limp.
Miraculously, it healed by the time I left for a three week vacation back East, to visit my sister and her family. But then I was hit with a serious chest infection and spent a lot of my time in Florida, in bed, coughing my guts out. With a little help from a vpack, I recovered in time to drive back to Maryland, but not before getting a speeding ticket in Virginia. Thanks asshole cop. May karma kick you in the ass for your pathetic role in life.
Once back home, I tripped and sprained my ankle. It was painful, but a sprain didn’t KEEP me down, just SLOWED me down. For about a month.
A week after my ankle was back in full commission, I slipped on a friend’s floor and broke my kneecap. So now I am in the 4th week of a 6-week stint on crutches. Needless to say this is not my best summer, and luckily I am back on anti-depressants or it would be ugly around here. I have also retired my super, slippery flip flops and will start wearing sensible shoes, most of the time. It pisses me off that all these women can wear 5" heels and I can't even walk in flip flops.
After all the physical abuse I have taken from the ground, not to mention the verbal abuse from the voices in my head, I felt I needed a break from documenting my not-so-much fun-all-the-time life. I am not a complainer by nature, nor do I like to ask for help, but I will be relieved when I no longer have to rely on friends and can get around on my own. My friends have been beyond wonderful and I am sure they will be as happy as I am when I can use both legs again. I am grateful that it's just a little crack and I don't need my whole knee cap rebuilt.
Luckily, here in Southern California, summer is really just getting started so I can make up for lost time, and enjoy the fact that most of the tourists have left and the beach is still a good place to hang out.
Only in Santa Monica, can someone hobble on crutches into CVS at night, only to be approached by a homeless man, asking to buy him a bottle of rum. What ever happened to "can you spare some change"? No matter what, there is no place else I would rather live.