Monday, June 30, 2008

Alternate Universe

Well, today was a good day. Today was the day that my stitches were removed. It was not a day that I anticipated with great joy; rather it was a day of fear and trepidation. My podiatrist recommended that I take a Percocet in anticipation of the pain and discomfort. So dutifully, I got up this morning and with a good breakfast of grapefruit juice, a piece of toast, sausage and coffee, I took my happy drugs.

On the way to the doctor's office, the drug really kicked in and I was feeling quite ....tired. Just tired. It left me wondering if I perhaps had that wrong drugs? No pie in the sky feeling, no woo hoo feeling, nope, just wanted to put my head down on the cement bench outside the doctor's office and take a nap. I was thinking about this experience of being and feeling so disconnected, so out of it. I really felt like I was in some weird universe, not connected to the grind, frankly, not connected to anything. I feel so out of touch. In one of my favorite books The Prophet, he writes about Work:

T
hen a plowman said, "Speak to us of Work."
And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

I miss work. Really. Mostly the people and some of the work.

So he took out the stitches and it was just a non-event. No pain, no discomfort, no blood. I am thinking myself - dude, I think that you have this all backwards - the pin and the surgery, THEY HURT. Stitches removal, well that didn't hurt. Left there shaking my head. Oh well.

The day was shot with the Percocet. Paul brought me home and I promptly went to bed. I slept the entire day. I got up briefly to eat a bit (to try and settle my stomach) and went right back to bed, didn't wake up until 4:30. What a lost day. But I learned something of tremendous value today. I have absolutely no fear of becoming addicted to pain medication. Percocet made me feel so lousy, headache, upset stomach, wooziness and just plain tired that I will, unless absolutely necessary, never take it again. Ever. So that's good news.

And there are the pictures. Fair warning, they are not pretty. Really. But enough have asked so here they are. Enter at your own risk. Paul is making us dinner - a couple of steaks on the barbie and a nice cab in the bottle. I am making progress, one day at a time. :)
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