Why do we love hospital shows so much when the reality is so not nice? That’s putting it mildly! For as long as I can remember there’s always been a medical show on the air — because doctors and hospitals bring on the drama. Unwanted drama.
I won’t dwell on boring medical blah blah, but here’s what’s happening. After five years of pain that I ignored because, who wants to pay attention to pain…I’ll be having a hip replacement this week. Not how I planned to spend the Easter hols.
I’m taking refuge in my writing, reading, binge tv watching and knitting to get me to surgery day and beyond.
When it comes to taking good health for granted, I’m guilty. Now that something needs fixing, I’m marshaling my mental toughness so as not to allow my mind lead me into dread. I’m meditating, practicing my last yoga for awhile, and reading the Autobiography of the Dalai Lama. He says the challenge is to feel joy and compassion in the difficult moments of life, not the easy ones.
After I completed the many pre surgery tests, I did something my grandmother, Tania, used to do before she checked into the hospital. I went to the salon. Feeling my best whilst in the hospital will count for a lot. Haircut, mani, pedi, bring on the pampering.
One thing for sure: life doesn’t stop for surgery. Just yesterday the floor tiles exploded in an upstairs bedroom as often happens in Tropica. The heat, the pressure of the grout and voila, the tiles burst up. I hadn’t counted on masons, pounding hammers and cement dust during my recovery. Oh, and the washing machine died too. A houseguest who is supposed to stay in the exploded tile bedroom is coming. Ya gotta love it!
I was wondering what profound or helpful things I could share with you in this moment — but there’s nothing new. I’m just a person like you who’s dealing with what life puts in her path. It’s not cancer; it’s a hip. No complaining allowed. I take comfort in the fact that this serious surgery has benefited millions. I will join the dauntless hipsters who have succeeded in rehabilitation and enjoy a better quality of life. We’ve all got a lot of living to do!
Take good care of YOU. If I miss a week of Camp Liza, you’ll understand. Let the healing begin!
P.S. You can bet I’m packing my hospital luxury survival kit.